White Tiger sprinted forward with Ye Qingtang and Jiang Shaobai on its back. Blood continued to pour forth from Jiang Shaobai's wound while Ye Qingtang's heart pounded heavily.
It was only after White Tiger confirmed that no one was pursuing them that Ye Qingtang finally told it to find a safe spot at the foot of the mountain to take a rest.
Jiang Shaobai was gravely injured. He was unconscious and his entire body felt feverish to the touch. It was like a ball of fire that had been ignited in his body.
Without leaving any for herself, Ye Qingtang administered all of her sacred healing elixirs to Jiang Shaobai. It was only then that his breathing finally became more steady.
Ye Qingtang started to clean up his wound. She drew back in shock and nearly stopped breathing when she saw the deep gash and the shattered skull bone beneath.
