"Just how long is this old bastard going to sleep? He is not dead, is he?" After making sure the old man was still breathing, Yang Ze kept on poking at him for a while, but he didn't wake up.
"In that case…" Yang Ze merely snapped his fingers, and with it a clone appeared beside him, which rushed towards the village before coming back after fifteen minutes, carrying a bucket of water from the water well.
Yang Ze simply let out a breath as his clone poured the bucket over the old man before dissipating.
"Huff… huff… huff…" The moment the water fell upon the old man, he finally opened his eyes in panic. His panic only intensified when he saw the young boy standing in front of him with a blank expression.
"Are you awake now?" Looking at the old man who was still struggling to sit, Yang Ze simply grabbed him by the corner as he helped him sit with his back resting against the black tree.
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