Su Mo's white robes fluttered, his white hair dancing in the wind and reflecting the mortal world's worldly air. The Divine Rune on his forehead shone with golden light, making him seem peaceful yet transcendent.
These two opposing qualities blended perfectly in Su Mo, giving him a somewhat complex air.
Su Mo slowly walked up to Little Qing Yi and said calmly, "If this were merely the mortal world, your knowledge of medicine might be useful to them."
"But in this world of cultivation, mortal power can hardly affect the power of the Immortal Dao."
Little Qing Yi stared blankly at Su Mo, never having expected this Senior White-Clad One to suddenly descend here.
Turning to look at the unconscious Elderly Woman, Little Qing Yi then turned back toward the white-robed Su Mo and pleaded, "Senior, will you save them..."
In her mind, since Su Mo could save her, he could surely save the ordinary people in this village too.
But Su Mo's response exceeded her expectations.
Su Mo shook his head and said with cold, unfeeling finality, "No."
Little Qing Yi's face instantly turned deathly pale. She looked at Su Mo in disbelief, and something within her began to waver.
Watching the panic on Little Qing Yi's face, Su Mo said mildly, "The me you see is only an avatar of mine, without any cultivation power. I cannot save them."
For some reason, Little Qing Yi breathed a sigh of relief... Senior simply lacked the ability; it was not that he was unwilling to save them.
"Then can your true body come and save them, Senior?" Little Qing Yi asked hopefully once more.
Su Mo still shook his head and said to Little Qing Yi, "My true body is still in secluded cultivation. I cannot wake him either."
"Besides,