The sudden mishap alarmed everyone in the Pure Land.
"Quick! Throw him out!"
Just then, the Shopkeeper, in a furious voice, commanded, "Don't let him die here..."
The old man fell to the ground, covered in fresh blood, with a wound on his back deep enough to see the bone and faintly the internal organs.
His left hand had been severed at the wrist, and blood was still flowing out, unceasingly.
With such injuries, there was essentially no hope of survival.
"Wait..." Lin Yan furrowed his brow and suddenly spoke up.
"Young master, now is not the time to be overly kind. There's no saving him with those injuries."
The elderly Shopkeeper quickly said, "Leaving him here, if he dies in the Pure Land, it will bring ominous omens, and we will all be in danger for our lives."
Lin Yan did not respond but tightened his brows and stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the old man, with apparent hesitation.
"Young master?"
