Carrying Shangguan Yuzhou on his back, Kong Jiao proceeded cautiously. Beneath a mound of earth, he found a ground fissure to serve as a temporary hiding place.
The fissure was not large, and wild grass grew around it, making it fairly well concealed.
The fissure extended deep underground, opening into a space below that was roughly four or five meters across.
After entering the fissure, Kong Jiao dared not delay. He carefully laid Shangguan Yuzhou down, then rummaged through his storage pouch.
Having killed so many Blood-Robed Alliance disciples, he naturally had some healing medicine.
Whether for internal consumption or external application, Kong Jiao used every last kind on Shangguan Yuzhou.
He then carefully wrapped the wounds in white cloth, binding Shangguan Yuzhou up like a rice dumpling.
Throughout the process, Shangguan Yuzhou showed not the slightest reaction. If not for the breath still passing through his nose and mouth, Kong Jiao would have nearly believed him dead.
After doing all this, Kong Jiao leaned directly against the earthen wall of the fissure. Looking at Shangguan Yuzhou before him, whose breath was as faint as firefly light, he murmured worriedly:
"Alas, I knew Senior Brother Shangguan's temper would get him into trouble during this outer sect training."
"How could Senior Brother Feng not stop him? Though they won that battle, he was injured this badly. Who knows how long it will take him to recover?"
Kong Jiao had checked Shangguan Yuzhou's injuries earlier. All five viscera and six bowels had been damaged.
Had it been an ordinary person, he would likely have already breathed his last.
Shangguan Yuzhou was only barely holding onto a breath thanks to the cluster of fortune above his head.
The pills Kong Jiao had used were nothing particularly high-grade, and their help with such injuries