Su Shi'er narrowed his eyes as he looked at the old man, anticipation flickering within them.
But time trickled away drop by drop.
The severely injured old man remained unconscious, and Su Shi'er could not help growing increasingly worried.
Worry clouded his face, and the anxiety in his heart was impossible to hide in his eyes.
The old man's injuries were grave, but with his cultivation sealed, unable to stir either True Yuan or divine sense, even if Su Shi'er possessed treasured items within the First-Fifth Bracelet, he could not use them.
Under such circumstances, he could offer no help at all with the old man's injuries.
He did not know much about the Yellow-toothed Cultivator's group, but he could guess that the force behind them was anything but weak.
That Little Giant, over ten feet tall, was alone enough to utterly crush the other cultivators in this hundred-thousand-mines site.
Saving someone from their hands meant thoroughly offending them.
If the old man before him could not survive this ordeal and perished here, then all his efforts would be like drawing water with a bamboo basket—nothing but emptiness in the end.
The sole piece of good news was that although the other man had yet to awaken, and his injuries continued worsening while his aura grew faint, he had not breathed his last.
In the blink of an eye, another half month passed.
During those half months, Su Shi'er, having recovered some of his strength, had already moved himself and the old man several times.
On this day, Su Shi'er was resting lightly against a corner wall.
On the ground, the old man's brows trembled slightly before he slowly opened his eyes.
"I... I'm not dead? How is that possible?"
"Where is this? This familiar aura... is this a nearby