"Senior brother..."
"Junior sister..."
As the two wept with joy and embraced, crying their hearts out, Li Ling and Yao Lingxian tactfully withdrew from the room.
A long while later, Lü Xianyun brought Yang He out to express their thanks, saying with heartfelt sincerity, "Senior, we truly owe this to you. My junior sister and I will remember everything you've done here in the depths of our hearts. Please accept a bow from us."
Li Ling smiled faintly but said, "There's no need for ceremony. Let your junior sister get some proper rest first. You haven't closed your eyes in days either. Rest and recover your strength, lest you damage your Dao foundation."
With that, he turned and left, paying no heed to such empty formalities.
A debt like this could not be repaid with a bow anyway. If they truly meant it, they would naturally repay him in the future. Otherwise, hearing a few more words of gratitude and accepting their bows meant little.
Several more days soon passed. After a period of recuperation, Yang He had recovered.
At this time, however, an accomplished Core Formation cultivator descended upon the Incense Market on Lai'er Island in a blaze of golden light.
Like Lü Xianyun and Yang He, he was a cultivator of the Heaven-Illuminating Sect. His name was Xiao Changchen.
When Yang He had been in critical condition, Lü Xianyun had frantically sought healers everywhere, naturally informing his sect as well.
But after all his running around, although he had reported what happened here to the sect, the sect had not managed to notify the other cultivators already traveling to his aid. Thus, Xiao Changchen was still on his way.
Only when someone from the Incense Market found Lü Xianyun and told him about this did he suddenly realize,