Discovering that a thread of life still lingered in the old man, Gu Chenfeng's gaze shifted slightly.
After a moment's thought, he took a bulging bundle off his back.
It contained all the spiritual plants he had gathered halfway up the mountain.
Gu Chenfeng took out two medicinal herbs, hesitated briefly, then casually tossed them over.
Clack!
The two herbs traced an arc and landed directly before the Elder in Hemp Clothes.
At first, nothing changed.
But after roughly a dozen breaths had passed.
Gu Chenfeng keenly sensed that faint thread of life within the old man, which seemed on the verge of snapping at any moment.
Like a dormant spring insect, it stirred slightly in the soil.
"Whew...!"
A wisp of breeze brushed past, and an exceedingly faint breath emerged from the old man's nostrils.
Immediately afterward, the two medicinal herbs before him, shimmering with strange light and containing vast energy, rapidly withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
All their energy and essence were sucked dry in an instant.
Watching this through the light barrier, Gu Chenfeng's pupils contracted slightly.
He vaguely sensed that the old man's vitality had grown a little more active, but that was all.
It was like a starving giant elephant swallowing a walnut-not even enough to fill the gaps between its teeth.
Gu Chenfeng frowned slightly. After repeated consideration, he simply selected several more medicinal herbs from his bundle and tossed them toward the old man again.
This time, the old man's response was noticeably faster.
"Whew...!"
With another inhalation, the herbs rapidly withered.
The vitality within the old man finally strengthened a little, and his shriveled, deathly still body finally gained a faint trace of life.
"Urgh..."
A moment later, a long, hoarse sound came from the old man's throat.