Li Jinglin?
How could it be Li Jinglin?
Hadn't that old man died long ago?
But if he was alive, he truly was an extraordinary master.
After all, he was a man as renowned as "Divine Spear Li Shuwen."
Racing against time, Lian Youming worked swiftly. In just a few breaths, he had pulled out every Pulse Gate Nail from the man's body, then extracted the hooks embedded in his shoulder blades.
"Boy, got any elixirs to restore vitality? Don't be fucking stingy. Bring out plenty."
The old man was skin and bones, a fierce intensity pent up in his eyes. Freed from his restraints, he picked up the longsword beside him and immediately sat cross-legged to circulate his strength. At his words, Lian Youming dared not hesitate and took out some of his remaining elixirs.
The old man who called himself "Li Jinglin" chewed down every elixir, then closed his eyes without another word.
Seeing this, Lian Youming said nothing more and slipped back into the secret passage.
To think Li Da was on the island too.
It seemed he was creating an opportunity for him. He had to act fast.
Lian Youming moved lightly, squeezing into another cell in an instant.
The master here was the one who had helped him with the Lion's Roar.
Without wasting words, he cupped his hands, addressed him as "Senior," and began pulling out his Pulse Gate Nails, then fed him a few elixirs.
Only once the man could mobilize his Inner Strength did he withdraw.
In this fashion, Lian Youming moved swiftly back and forth through the secret passages amid the chaos, rescuing the imprisoned martial artists of an earlier age. Until he reached the last one.
Looking at the strange man before him, whose eyes gleamed green, he did not