Luo Liao was in terrible shape. The once tall, burly man was now little more than skin and bones. Pan Long guessed he had originally weighed over two hundred jin, but now weighed less than fifty. "Wretched" didn't begin to describe him!
"Hero... you shouldn't have come!" he said, heart aching.
Pan Long didn't answer.
"The Heavenly Hand Gang came prepared this time. You're no match for them."
Pan Long still didn't answer.
"Put me down. Just give me a couple bites of dry rations."
Pan Long sighed. "I'd be very happy if you could be quiet."
He laid Luo Liao on a flat rock, took out two pieces of fruit, and crushed them into pulp with a burst of force before feeding him a few mouthfuls.
Luo Liao devoured it almost desperately, laughing as he ate.
"I thought I was going to die hungry. Never expected to get a full meal before I died."
"You can only eat until you're a third full. Otherwise, you really will become a ghost."
The medicinal herb melted the moment it entered his mouth, turning into a cool, emerald current that seeped through Luo Liao's body.
His complexion immediately improved, and he looked more alert.
"Huh? What kind of miracle medicine is this?" he asked in surprise. Then realization struck. "Hero, I owe you my life again!"
"When you save someone, you see it through," Pan Long said. "If I let you die now, wouldn't saving you the first time have been for nothing?"
Luo Liao couldn't help grinning and chuckling. "So you do tell jokes, Hero!"
"Who said I was joking?" Pan Long asked.
"How could saving someone ever be 'for nothing'? And saving a man once doesn't mean you have to save him for life. You must be joking with me,