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Li Chen paused briefly, but did not turn around. He merely spoke in a low, raspy voice, as though he had not spoken in a long time: "I was only passing through."

With that, he made to leave.

Sergei panicked at the sight. He was gravely injured, his Personal Guards were all dead, and he was stranded in the wilderness. Without help, he could never make it back to camp alive.

He hurriedly limped after him, his voice utterly sincere and even tinged with pleading. "My lord! Please wait, my lord! I am Sergei, son of Grand Duke Andrei of the Great Luo Dynasty! Please allow me to express my deepest gratitude! Had you not intervened, I would surely have died today!"

As though afraid the man would not believe him, he hastily took an amulet from his robes, carved from an unknown black beast bone and inlaid with a sapphire, and offered it with both hands. "Please look, my lord. This was bestowed upon me by a high-ranking Shaman who has been on friendly terms with my Lineage for generations. My Lineage has always held Shamans in the highest regard! Not a word of this is false! Please show mercy and help me return to camp. My Lineage will reward you generously!"

Li Chen's gaze lingered on the amulet for a moment, as though confirming something. Only then did he slowly reply in that raspy voice, "I see. Since you revere Shamans, I shall escort you."

Sergei was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly. "Thank you, my lord! Thank you!"

Along the way, Sergei endured his pain and tried to strike up a conversation with his savior. He asked curiously, "May I ask your honored name, my lord? On which Sacred Mountain do you cultivate? I truly owe you my