Although it was very dark in the dry well, both Su Jian and Master Chen were cultivators, and their sight was not hindered in the least.
"Indeed, she has been rescued!"
Master Chen immediately noticed the empty stone pillar, as well as the scattered talismans and iron chains on the ground. His eyes were filled with surprise; he had not expected that within the small Taoyuan County, there were such capable people who could rescue Lin Manyue's soul from the Formation he had set up.
However, Su Jian's attention was now focused on Su Yuan, who was lying on the ground.
"Son!" Su Jian hurried over, his eyes filled with astonishment. Why was his son in this place?
He shook him for a long time, but Su Yuan still did not wake up.
Worry was written all over Su Jian's face. He circulated his Cultivation Technique, and a wisp of True Qi blossomed in the palm of his hand, which he directly infused into Su Yuan's body.
