An Chen was watching the commotion there.
Suddenly, a corpse flew toward him. He dodged to the side, and the corpse flew straight past him.
An Chen turned to look. The corpse was actually still alive, though barely breathing.
It was a youth dressed in blue, with feathers embedded in his chest. He held a folding fan in one hand, while his other hand was already gone. Once his grip loosened, the fan gradually dissipated.
The blue-robed youth hurriedly took a bottle of pills from his Storage Soul Tool and swallowed them all in one go. Only then did some color return to his face.
An Chen merely glanced at him and paid him no further attention. He moved a few steps away, crouched on the other side, and continued watching the battle below.
Just then, a weak voice reached him.
"Brother, could you help me with a small matter?"
Hearing the voice, An Chen turned his head expressionlessly and saw that the blue-robed youth had sat up against a rock.
Although the blue-robed youth's complexion had improved slightly, the feathers in his chest were gradually turning black, seemingly carrying a deadly poison. His gaze was growing increasingly unfocused.
An Chen watched him, waiting for him to continue.
The blue-robed youth rested for a while, seemingly gathering enough strength, before saying, "Sorry for the trouble, brother, but please help me send a message. My Soul Power is exhausted, so I can't activate this."
As he spoke, a jade slip appeared in his remaining palm.
An Chen looked at him without taking the jade slip and instead asked coldly, "Why should I? What's in it for me?"
The blue-robed youth froze at his words, then forced a bitter smile onto his somewhat arrogant face. "What do you want, brother? I'm a