Yun Che smiled and casually took out a blanket to cover him, concealing the little fellow that his large belly had squeezed almost out of sight.
"It's me. Rest for now. Whatever it is, we can talk once you've recovered."
Zu Pengpeng's throat moved as he tried to say something more, but his body was far too weak. He had barely pushed himself halfway upright before collapsing again. He could only nod obediently and close his eyes to nurse his damaged divine soul and body.
After settling him in, Yun Che turned to check on the others' breakthroughs, only for a divine attendant on guard duty to report from outside. The border patrol had discovered something amiss: unidentified, highly toxic impurities had been detected in numerous rivers and streams. Quite a few cultivators had already been contaminated and were beginning to lose strength throughout their bodies as their divine power dissipated.
Yun Che's expression instantly darkened, and the killing intent that had dispersed gathered once more. He did not need to think to know someone was behind this.
"Lead the way. Let's inspect the border."
The divine attendant hurriedly bowed and accepted the order, turning into a streak of light that flew toward the border. Yun Che took a step, gray divine power swirling around him, and caught up in an instant.
Within half an hour, the two reached the riverbank at the border. Many physicians had already gathered there to treat the victims. Cultivators contaminated by the toxic wastewater lay on the grass, their skin an unnatural grayish black. The divine power in their meridians was indeed dissipating little by little. Without timely treatment, their divine meridians would be completely destroyed within three days at most, leaving them crippled.
Yun Che crouched and placed his fingertips on the wrist