Xue Bufan followed this unfamiliar Nan Clan member down the passageway. Before long, he reached a somewhat wider space. Around twenty-odd Nan Clan members were gathered there.
Boso was still gravely wounded and unconscious. Two Nan Clan members were watching over him. Incense could not be burned here, so they twisted a certain medicinal herb into rope, then tied it around Boso with a special knot.
The unfamiliar Nan Clan member who had led Xue Bufan here sighed mournfully. "It looks like he will not be able to see his teacher one last time."
And lying half-dead in the middle of the Nans was none other than Great Medicine Shaman Lake.
This old man had already been frail enough that death could have claimed him at any moment. Just now, to protect Boso, he had burned away everything he had to keep the brocade from collapsing. Now, he was a lamp drained of oil, its wick burned to ash. In Xue Bufan's eyes, what lay here could no longer even be called "Great Medicine Shaman Lake."
What remained here was merely dregs, barely pieced together from fragments of a soul.
The Great Medicine Shaman's three hands each clutched a Nan Clan member. "I'm sorry, my brother... I'm sorry, my brother... I'm sorry, my brother..."
"If not for you, I suppose I would have grown as old as you by now, wouldn't I?" Hatred showed on one Nan Clan member's face, along with pity, but in the end, it settled into relief. "Little brother, I do not resent my own fate."
This Nan Clan member looked much younger than Lake. Yet Lake called him elder brother.
The reason was simple. This Nan Clan member's cultivation was in the Nascent Soul Realm.
Another Nan Clan member in the Nascent Soul Realm said,