About a hundred miles south of the Bamboo Forest Courtyard.
By the bank of a rushing river, under a tree, a figure that had suddenly appeared here, the black mana enveloping its entire body slowly dissipating.
On the ground appeared the silhouette of an injured man, his snow-white clothes now soaked with blood, covered in dust and bamboo leaves.
One sleeve hanging empty, he lay on the ground, his breath weak.
Beside him lay a scholar sword.
For a moment, there was silence.
"Wake up, Zhao Rong!" Gui assessed the situation and urgently called out...
Not long after.
Zhao Rong, urged awake by the Sword Spirit, rolled over onto his back on the grass, freeing his only remaining left hand, and grabbed a handful of healing spiritual medicine from the Sumeru object in his bosom.
Many of them came from the treasury of the Great Li Kingdom.
