Standing at the edge of the deep pit, Fat Dragon looked at the scene before him. His eyes instantly reddened, and he let out a heart-rending roar: "Qiu—"
Yet he had only managed to utter a single syllable.
Scholar, standing beside him, immediately covered Fat Dragon's mouth. He then looked toward the already-prepared Star Dipper and said urgently, "Quick, take people down to check on him. Start treating his injuries."
"Understood."
Star Dipper took a deep breath. Though anxiety faintly stirred within him, he immediately led his disciples charging down into the pit. Still, he had some confidence.
After all, the Sect Master had fainted once back on the Mystic Heaven Continent and remained unconscious for ten days. They had handled it then as well. Though this time his injuries looked somewhat worse, his cultivation was higher now, so he could take a beating better. He would not die for the time being.
As long as no enemies suddenly attacked at a time like this. Otherwise, given their combat strength, it would truly be difficult to deal with.
He had originally been the Sect Master of the Star-Dipper Sect in the Great Xia Kingdom. After the Mocking Heaven Sect absorbed his sect, he had served as the Hall Master of the Mocking Heaven Sect's Pill Hall. His talent was actually fairly ordinary, but his alchemy skills ranked among the best across the entire Vast Continent. He believed getting into the top hundred would not be a problem.
There was no other reason.
It was simply because the Mocking Heaven Sect's reserves were too abundant. Vast quantities of medicinal herbs came in every so often, and they could not possibly use them all. He could casually use those precious herbs for alchemy, all to build up hands-on experience. Alchemists from other