Bian Chunchou carefully laid him on the cot. Conditions in the village were crude; this old bamboo cot creaked and groaned even under an ordinary person, yet when a grown man like Xue Qingmu was placed on it, it did not make a single sound. Wen Xu noticed every detail and immediately furrowed his brow.
But before he could react, Chunchou stood up and scooped him into his arms, giving him a weighing bounce.
"He's solid, so he's the only hollow one?" Bian Chunchou pointed at the man on the bamboo cot. "Wen Xu-Xu, you didn't know—when I held him just now, it was like holding a ball of air. I was afraid that if I walked too fast, he'd drift away into the sky."
That was naturally something of an exaggeration, but Wen Xu understood what Chunchou meant. "How did he faint?"
Bian Chunchou briefly recounted what had just happened. "He said he wanted to find you. I asked him why, and he suddenly fainted. It scared me so badly that I slung him over my shoulder and ran, afraid Huang Youxi would catch up."
Why was Huang Youxi everywhere? Wen Xu reached out and felt Xue Qingmu's pulse. It was chaotic, with no obvious sign of vitality. In the Mortal Realm, a physician would have pronounced someone like this dead.
"How is he?"
Wen Xu only knew a little basic pulse-reading. "I can't tell. For now, should we take him to the Divine Dragon Temple first?"
"I'll listen to you."
They quickly brought him into the Divine Dragon Temple. It was truly miraculous—before long, Xue Qingmu slowly woke. Seeing Wen Xu seated not far away, his eyes immediately lit up. "Senior Brother Wen!"
Bian Chunchou: ...That "Senior Brother" sure sounded sweet. Kid, was Yonglu Mountain the sect you