The young girl just wanted to thank Lu Qing but suddenly realized something.
"Right, Senior Brother Zixiao and the others!"
Immediately, she couldn't bother to thank Lu Qing, and forced herself to gather her spirit, staggering towards the direction she came from.
Seeing this, Lu Qing felt a slight stir in his heart and slowly followed along.
Soon, he followed the young girl to a desolate valley.
On the mountain wall, there was a deep cave entrance, while in the valley, several cultivators with miserable appearances lay scattered, eyes closed, their fate unknown.
"Senior Brother Zixiao! Brother Hong! Brother Han!"
Seeing those people in the valley, the young girl exclaimed sorrowfully, quickly descending to check their situation.
Then, an expression of extreme delight appeared on her face.
"Not dead, Senior Brother Zixiao and the others are not dead!"
She said, taking healing elixirs from the storage bag and diligently stuffing them into the mouths of the few.
