Ye Lin brought the old man into the cave. Seeing that not a single one of the children under his protection was missing, the old man nodded in satisfaction.
The old man then went to the uppermost spot and sat down cross-legged. The moment he did, his expression suddenly changed, and he opened his mouth and spat out a huge mouthful of blood.
Looking at the black blood on the ground, then at the old man's faint aura, Ye Lin's expression shifted slightly.
The old man was injured—and not lightly.
"Senior."
Ye Lin asked with concern.
The cultivators around them looked anxiously at the old man. His injury was the last thing they wanted to see.
The old man being injured meant...
"It's nothing. Just a minor wound."
Looking at the children around him, the old man waved dismissively and began circulating his spiritual energy to heal himself. The resources on him had long since been depleted.
At a time like this, he could only use the most basic method: absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
This method was the slowest. Given the old man's cultivation, recovering to his peak would likely take decades, perhaps even longer.
That was the importance of resources.
At that moment, Ye Lin took out the Heavenly Ice Sacred Lotus from his Spatial Ring. Ever since obtaining it last time, he had never used it.
Even when he had been recovering earlier, he had been reluctant to use it. It was simply too precious.
As for Little White, that fellow had wrapped himself in a white cocoon several decades ago. Decades had passed without the slightest movement; he was still lying quietly inside the Beast Taming Bag.
The Heavenly Ice Sacred Lotus was a sacred healing medicine. Even Ye Lin had been unwilling