A difficult beast battle had ended.
The young Yuan Yi and the young Yuan Dasheng walked in the deserted alley.
Yuan Dasheng was covered in wounds, each step pulling at his injuries, causing him to grimace in pain.
Yuan Yi clutched his pocket, which contained his only three Half Spirit Stones.
He gritted his teeth and finally said, "Dasheng, stay here. I'll go to the apothecary over there and at least get you some ointment!"
Yuan Yi left, and Yuan Dasheng staggered, leaning against the cold wall, slowly sitting on the ground.
He panted heavily. The act of sitting down also aggravated his wounds, making his heart race with pain.
The alley was empty, the light dim, as if he was the only one left in the world.
Suddenly, a gong sounded.
Yuan Dasheng instinctively looked up. The sound came from the opposite wall.
