False Holding Golden Core Middle Stage!?

Although he said he wanted to save Suo Huan, when it came time to act, Lu Yang still fell into hesitation. After all, his own condition was not much better.

Especially since he could not move about freely right now.

He could not even go to the Sea of Suffering. Otherwise, if he took Suo Huan there, the power of the Dharma Body Path could perhaps restore his physical body.

"It is no matter. I have troubled you, sir."

Compared to Lu Yang's furrowed brow, Suo Huan appeared utterly calm. A soul of Gold Nature huddled within his skeleton, seated cross-legged in the Mud Pill Palace, even letting out a soft laugh. "It is only a minor wound; it truly does not matter. My comprehension is shallow, after all—I cannot compare to Fellow Daoist Tingyou. My combat strength is lacking—I cannot compare to Fellow Daoist Demon-Queller. Only the mysteries of this Fruit Position are fit to be shown. To share a little of your harm at a critical moment is already enough to satisfy me."

"That is not right!"

Lu Yang's expression immediately turned grave. "Fellow Daoist, do not belittle yourself. Your talent exceeds even mine. If I can achieve something, why can't you?"

"If your comprehension is lacking, seek help from the Patriarch."

"If your combat strength is lacking, seek instruction from Demon-Queller."

"We are all in the same boat, helping one another. You helped me in the past; now I am helping you. That is only what fellow travelers ought to do."

Having said that, Lu Yang looked toward Patriarch Tingyou. "Patriarch, how long can Fellow Daoist Suo Huan's injuries be sustained? Is there a way to resolve them here? If not, can they be delayed?"

Lu Yang's plan was simple:

If it could be resolved, then resolve