Mu Chuan took out several saint pellets and fed them to Feng Jue before circulating his samsara energy through Feng Jue’s body. But it didn’t change anything, Feng Jue’s vitality was still falling. At the same time, saint aura was being emitted from Feng Jue’s pores, and those were the saint pellets that were fed to him. This was a sign that Feng Jue’s body couldn’t digest the saint pellets.

“His foundation is damaged. He can’t digest any saint elixirs. We must immediately bring him back to the sect!” Mu Chuan’s eyes dimmed, and he said in a sorrowful voice, “Perhaps only master can save him.”

“Let’s go, then!” Lin Yun said before he suddenly stopped. “Wait!”

“What’s the matter?” Mu Chuan looked at Lin Yun, baffled.

“Senior Brother, let me give it a try.” Lin Yun said, looking at Mu Chuan. They didn’t have much time. Feng Jue might not be able to last till they returned to the Sword Sect. Moreover, Lin Yun didn’t wish to trouble his master.

“You?” Mu Chuan looked at Lin Yun with his brows furrowed.

“Let me give it a try… I have obtained the...