A disciple nearby whispered, "Well ... Brother Xu, Brother Wang didn't die, he was saved by Junior Brother Ren!"
"What?" Brother Xu couldn't believe it, "How is this possible? I've seen his face like that before, and he was definitely going to die."
"If you don't believe me, take a look for yourself."
Brother Xu pushed through the crowd and saw Brother Wang leaning against the cart shed, looking almost back to normal, his face just pale and his lips dry. He couldn't believe it as he walked in front of the cart, carefully looking at Brother Wang's eyes, smelling the breath, and asked incredulously, "Brother Wang ... do you feel any discomfort?"
"Thank you for your concern, Brother Xu, I just feel a bit weak, and my legs hurt a little, but that's about it."
