Man struggled upwards; water flowed downwards. Who wouldn't want to join a greater power? How could a small Medical Tower rival their bandit gang?
"Yan'er, help the injured brothers treat their wounds," Ye Ling was a little tired. He leaned against the corner of the wall and closed his eyes, "I'll go to the neighboring city to find Master Qing Mu."
"Ye Ling, your wound... "
"It doesn't matter. We only have three days. I'll come back by the deadline."
Ye Ling opened his eyes, his clear eyes resolute. Master was not here, so they must try their best to protect the Medical Tower.
"Okay."
Qingyan nodded, "I'll handle the matters here... Be careful on the way." That being said, her eyes were full of worry.
Ye Ling pursed his thin lips, cover his injured shoulder with his hands, and staggered toward the door with some difficulty. Before his feet stepped out of the threshold, a figure suddenly appeared before him, and a familiar voice rang out.
