What left Wen Jiu feeling most helpless was that Liu Xiao's wife clung tightly to their two children, while forcing herself to appear calm. From her expression, Wen Jiu guessed she had known this day would come for a long time.
However.
For two days straight, Liu Xiao had remained on the brink of death. Even after taking seven or eight bottles of mid-grade healing pills in a row, his condition had not improved.
Fortunately, they were in the sect, which covered all the costs of his treatment. If he had been a Rogue Cultivator, he would likely have died long ago. Each bottle of the first-grade mid-quality pills Liu Xiao had taken cost at least a hundred Low-grade Spirit Stones.
Seven or eight bottles would have cost the entire fortune of two Qi Refining Third Layer cultivators. Rogue Cultivators simply couldn't afford that kind of expense; they wouldn't even dare dream of it.
It wasn't until the third day that Liu Xiao finally managed to cling to life. His wife, who had waited outside the room for three days without sleep, was overcome with joy and wept. The first tear she had shed after all those days of anxious vigil rolled down her cheek.
Wen Jiu had also come by every day to check on Liu Xiao's condition, while keeping a close eye on what was happening beyond Flying Immortal Peak.
Fortunately, all remained calm.
As for the elders who had left the sect, there was still no news from them. The peak-protecting grand formation remained activated the entire time.
When Wen Jiu arrived at the clinic, he happened to hear the old physician explaining Liu Xiao's current condition. "Fellow Daoist Liu's life is safe for now, but his dantian has been eroded by a Wicked Path Technique. His