"Senior Brother Zhou!"
Li Ling silently mourned for him.
In truth, he had long had a vague premonition that Zhou Cheng might be in dire straits.
Even during the dream omen, he had inexplicably felt his suffering as his own, his body itching and aching.
It was the rending agony of severed limbs, of being scorched by the blazing sun and battered by sea winds, with not a patch of skin left intact.
A mortal would probably have bled dry and died long ago, yet Senior Brother Zhou Cheng had stubbornly held on.
Under such circumstances, tenacious vitality was itself a form of torment.
A fate worse than death!
"Myriad Wonders Incense Transformation, Teaweed Incense!"
Li Ling stirred his spirit and discreetly blew out a breath.
A rich fragrance drifted through the air, white wisps as mellow and smooth as fine wine floating over like clouds and mist.
Zhou Cheng was already at his last gasp. Suddenly catching the fragrance, he instinctively trembled slightly.
The many wounds on his body grew moist, like parched earth finally receiving sweet rain, and began healing rapidly.
But Li Ling had neither used Dharma Power nor employed the Heaven-and-Earth Borrowing Art to draw upon heaven-and-earth origin energy.
Lian Li was still here, and any use of either would surely alert him.
Frowning, Li Ling watched Zhou Cheng remain unconscious, his body hovering near death from grievous injuries.
He was instinctively maintaining the bare minimum of bodily activity to preserve his life.
The Teaweed Incense Li Ling had just activated was merely a cup of water against a blazing cartload of firewood.
I still need to find a way to rescue Senior Brother Zhou first, then use this incense to treat him.
This was no time to let emotion take the reins and rush recklessly