Su Jiu poured out a Great Restoration Pill and was about to feed it to the cultivator, but he pushed her away.
He was a frail-looking youth with very fair skin, his face now deathly pale from blood loss.
Qi Song was using his arts to stop the youth's bleeding.
Yet the youth gave a bitter smile and said, "I know my own condition. I probably won't be leaving this place. Pills, healing-none of it means much to me anymore."
At this point, he glanced at his missing legs and finally let out a sigh.
"Besides, my cultivation is only at the Golden Core Stage. I can't regrow severed limbs yet. Without my legs, a third of my body's meridians are gone. With my aptitude, I'm afraid I'll never reach the Nascent Soul Realm and get the chance to reshape my body." So there was no point wasting time on him.
The youth's gaze fell on his friend, and he smiled. "I think I ought to hate you. But strangely enough, I don't seem to feel much hatred."
His friend was also a youth. Regret and anguish alternated across his face, as though his reason was locked in a struggle.
Su Jiu glanced at that youth's pupils. The reddish tint seemed to have faded considerably...
"I'm sorry. I don't know either. I think I did it on purpose... no, I didn't mean to... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" The youth's voice was highly agitated. Clearly, he could no longer control his emotions properly.
The weakened youth said, "You heard it just now too, didn't you?"
"Yes, that voice... that voice bewitched me into pushing you in. It said... it said..."
"It said that as long as I died, you could live."
The youth who had pushed him fell to his