On his shoulder, he was still carrying someone.
That was the third member of the Crown Team.
After returning here, the tall man set his teammate down, whose figure sprawled out, revealing a ghastly wound on the abdomen, with flesh turned, faintly exposing bone, and breath weak.
"Yunluo Mountain, come heal him."
The tall man spoke.
The one called Yunluo Mountain was the pale man; hearing the voice, he did not say much, and took out the secret medicine from his backpack, used, applied, sutured, and bandaged, looking quite skilled.
"What about those people?"
In the middle of the healing process, Yunluo Mountain asked.
"Either dead, or they ran away."
The tall man grinned brilliantly, revealing a mouth full of neat teeth: "They came because of the Dusk Society, have you heard of the Dusk Society?"
"I haven't heard anyone in the sect talk about it."
"Don't forget, we were chosen together, if you don't know, I certainly don't know either."
