A faint cry for help suddenly sounded within such a hidden space, catching everyone off guard.
"Who are you?"
Ye Tian asked tentatively.
"Save me..."
But there was no other response. The cry for help still contained only those two words.
"Let's go take a look."
Ye Tian took two steps forward, drawing ever closer to the depths of darkness, and the originally faint cry for help gradually became clearer.
Only after Ye Tian controlled the Glazed Fire floating in the air to scout the way did he discover that the figure making the faint cries for help was lying on the ground, a pair of eyes reflecting light in the darkness.
Everyone hurried forward and examined the person before them, only to find a withered old man whose bald head was sparsely dotted with a few strands of hair.
"Save me..."
The old man kept repeating those words. His eyes were wide open, yet he could not move. There was no life in those eyes, only a powerless stare.
Ye Tian watched for a moment, hesitated briefly, then took out a pill from his storage space and placed it into the old man's mouth. He rested one hand on the old man's shoulder and poured immortal essence into him, helping him digest it.
After quite some time, Ye Tian saw that the old man's complexion had improved considerably.
"Many thanks, young master..."
The old man was quite courteous, clasping his hands toward Ye Tian.
Yet he still appeared extremely weak. Even speaking produced only a faint breath.
"Why are you here, old sir?"
Ye Tian asked. He had not suddenly become kind-hearted for no reason just to save someone. He merely wanted to know why this old man had appeared here, and perhaps see whether he could uncover news