"These seven came charging out from the direction of the Quanjin Mountain Great Formation!" Zhang Xin immediately understood and shouted, "They're disciples from the patrol squad ahead of us! Quick, get them out!"
Upon hearing this, everyone hurriedly sprang into action, using magical artifacts and other methods to drag Xiao Hua and the others out from the mountain foothills in a chaotic flurry!
"Damn it, couldn't they have been a little gentler?" Xiao Hua cursed inwardly with his eyes shut. "They just used ropes to yank me out! If I weren't so tough-skinned and thick-fleshed, wouldn't that pull have damaged my sinews and bones? They don't even know how to rescue people!"
"Senior Brother Zhang, these seven only have a breath left!" Seeing their condition, one disciple cried anxiously. "We do have medicinal pills in our storage bags, but... not many!"
"No, Senior Brother Zhang, these are Thunder Control Sect robes. These seven are Thunder Control Sect disciples!" another quick-witted disciple discovered. "The patrol disciples ahead of us were from Qingfeng Valley!"
"Thunder Control Sect disciples? Seven of them?" Zhang Xin's eyes lit up as he hurriedly looked over. When he saw Xiao Hua's face, he rejoiced. "That's right, they're Thunder Control Sect disciples. This one is Xiao Hua! I know him. These seven are the Thunder Control Sect disciples who supposedly perished in the Quanjin Mountain Campaign! They... they actually didn't die! Quick, forget the pills' value. Give them the medicine immediately. We must preserve their lives! This... this is a merit greater than obtaining a magical treasure!"
"Yes, this disciple understands!" The disciple who had just been stingy with the pills dared not say another word. He immediately took out healing pills from his storage bag and placed one in each of Xiao Hua and the others' mouths.