Yu Jian looked at the several heavily injured figures lying on the ground. After identifying them, he finally remembered.
These people seemed to be experts from a top-tier force in the Great Hao Immortal Domain, though there should originally have been more than a dozen of them.
For some reason, only these few remained now.
Yu Jian pondered for a moment before treating their injuries.
When they awoke, after a round of thanks, Yu Jian and the others finally learned what had happened earlier.
It turned out that the people from this force had originally been breaking the restrictions within a grand hall.
Unexpectedly, disciples from Black and White Monastery, led by Mo Tu Shan, had suddenly charged in and attacked.
Although they had set up defensive formations in advance, the people from Black and White Monastery had come too suddenly, and their strength far surpassed theirs.
Mo Tu Shan also possessed an extremely powerful spiritual artifact whose might was terrifying and impossible to resist.
Caught off guard, the force these people belonged to had nearly been wiped out in a short time.
Only a few of them had luckily broken through the encirclement. Had Lu Qing not suddenly appeared and drawn Mo Tu Shan's attention, they likely would not have escaped disaster either, and would have met their bitter end here.
"Many thanks to all of you, fellow Daoists, for saving us. We will remember this kindness for the rest of our lives."
After his injuries had improved somewhat, one of them immediately bowed.
"It is nothing. Your vital energy has been greatly damaged, so you should find a way to leave this place as soon as possible," Yu Jian said indifferently.
"But our clan's token was originally carried by an elder. Now that he has perished, the token