Qin He carried Long Qingyun by the back of his collar, his figure streaking across the sea like an ink line.
The salty, fishy sea wind swept up sprays of water, smashing them against the reefs into white foam. From time to time, his toes touched the wave crests, kicking up strings of droplets that were scattered in an instant by the rushing airflow.
Long Qingyun's withered body swayed in the wind. The last wisp of breath remaining in him was as faint as a guttering candle in the wind, and every breath came with a ragged, broken rasp.
Half a day later, Qin He landed at an abandoned mountain cave.
The depths of the cave were dry and sheltered from the wind. A layer of white frost had formed upon the stone walls, exuding a natural chill.
He threw Long Qingyun onto the ground. The latter rolled twice like a bundle of dry firewood before lying motionless on the floor. His eye sockets were deeply sunken, and he did not even have the strength to lift his eyes.
Qin He bent down, took out a porcelain bottle from his storage pouch, and poured out three Pills of different colors.
A crimson Qi Replenishing Pill, a blue-green Meridian-Continuing Pill, and a Foundation-Stabilizing Pill gleaming with golden light—each was a precious medicine capable of healing wounds and prolonging life.
He gripped Long Qingyun's jaw, forcibly pried open his tightly shut mouth, and stuffed all the Pills inside. Then he sent in a wisp of Demonic Essence, forcing the Pills to dissolve.
The medicinal power flowed down his throat. Long Qingyun's shriveled chest rose and fell slightly, while his nearly extinguished breath gradually steadied. Even a faint glimmer returned to his hollow eyes.
After catching his breath, he laboriously raised his head.