Hearing the disciple's shout, Sect Master Wang Hengzhi frowned slightly.
This was the site of the ancestral graves.
If a corpse had appeared here, could it be one of the old ancestors?
Wang Hengzhi did not dare show the slightest negligence.
He hurried forward.
Beside one of the ancestral graves lay a young man.
Of course, they could not truly take him for a young man.
Many old ancestors retained the appearance they had in their youth.
"Check whether he still has a breath," someone said.
"I'll examine him myself," Wang Hengzhi replied.
He half-knelt on the ground and sensed the young man's aura.
Spiritual energy surged around him.
Azure spiritual energy wrapped around Xu Zimo's entire body.
"He's still breathing!" Wang Hengzhi cried happily.
He poured all of his spiritual energy into Xu Zimo's body, hoping to heal his injuries.
But this little bit of spiritual energy of his—
Compared to Xu Zimo's, it was no more than a drop in the vast sea.
Like mud sinking into a deep marsh, it was not worth mentioning.
After some time, Wang Hengzhi's face turned pale.
The spiritual energy in his body had already been completely exhausted, yet it had achieved no effect whatsoever.
He rose to his feet, his body swaying.
He nearly collapsed to the ground.
"Sect Master!" The disciples beside him hurriedly supported him.
"Is he one of our ancestors?" someone asked curiously.
"I don't know." Wang Hengzhi shook his head.
"I can't even determine whether he's alive or dead."
His brows were tightly furrowed.
"He clearly still has a breath, yet he simply won't wake up.
"It is as though he has been asleep all this time."
"What should we do?" an elder beside them asked.
"Who knows whether he is friend or foe?
"If he is