"Everyone, that's enough."
A voice rang out, and everyone instinctively looked toward its source.
Hmm?
It was not Second Master, but an unfamiliar man in blue robes.
Who was he?
"Who are you? What are you doing here, sticking your nose into other people's business?"
"Where's Second Master?"
"..."
Li Ping'an coughed lightly. "Your Second Master is right here."
As he spoke, he pointed.
An ox walked over, carrying the unconscious Zhang Er.
Li Ping'an said, "Your Second Master had too much to drink, so he asked me to mediate. Let's leave things here for today, everyone."
The two sides exchanged looks.
Since he was Second Master's friend...
They went off to tend to their wounded and clear away what the battle had left behind.
But there were only so many cultivators who knew how to treat wounds.
More people remained where they were, enduring the pain.
Li Ping'an looked around and walked over to a cultivator lying on the ground.
He gave him a brief examination.
"Your internal organs are all shattered. Without timely treatment, I'm afraid you'll be gone in a flash."
The cultivator froze, then asked through his pain.
"Gone in a flash? What does that mean?"
"Let yourself go for a flash, and you might be gone for good."
(⊙o⊙)...
Li Ping'an smiled and held up four fingers. "Forty Spirit Stones, and I'll heal you."
"Forty!? That cheap?"
The cultivator naturally knew how badly he was injured.
With injuries like these, he reckoned that even if he returned to his Lineage, there was probably an eighty percent chance he would not receive effective treatment.
Now this man was actually saying he would heal him for forty Spirit Stones.
He was probably a swindler.
But when someone was on the verge of death, they would seize even