Who Is It?

Under the cliff, Dugu Chou panted harshly. Ling Xiaozui was equally fatigued and was worse off than the former. He had single-handedly fought against ten opponents and that battle itself had greatly exceeded the limits his body could take. Although he was yet to be on his last legs, he was still severely depleted and could hardly go on. Almost every breath that he took was tinged with the copper taste of blood.

"Treat their injuries first. Otherwise, they won't be able to last until we get back," said Ling Xiaozui.

"Alright."

Medicinal pills were retrieved and the vapor under the cliff was condensed into water before they were both poured into the injured men's mouths.

Gu Chaliang cried out, "I can drink it myself… Oof…"