Ding Fan loosened the ropes binding the man's hands, but at this moment, he wasn't in the mood to ask about the man's origins. The spiritual energy had become even richer than before, indicating that the Spirit Grass was not far away.
For cultivators, spiritual energy was like a sweet spring, and Ding Fan was like a person on the verge of dying from thirst in the desert; now, all he wanted to do was to quickly obtain the Spirit Grass and then cultivate to his heart's content.
However, the man Ding Fan had saved did not leave, but instead knelt down before Ding Fan. "Senior, please, I beg you, save us."
"I've already killed the people who captured you, you're free to go now," Ding Fan said indifferently.
"Senior, above the ancient tomb, my companions are still under the control of these tomb robbers. I beg you, please save them," the man pleaded as he began to kowtow to Ding Fan.