Mirror Ghost, keep him alive until Cangyi comes!
Little Drilling Wind issued a death order right before losing consciousness.
"He" naturally was referring to Wu You.
Death hovered over Wu You's head, yet hadn't descended, because a hand was holding his ankle, weakly and continuously transferring bits of life force into Wu You's body, slowing his death.
On the side mirror wall, the reflection showed the two figures; one person's wound had stopped bleeding, but that's all, while the other grew paler with changes in facial expression. When life force can no longer maintain the mirror image, the skill would terminate.
Qian Cangyi supported himself against the mirror wall as he walked near them. He wasn't far from them but quickened his pace when he saw Little Drilling Wind laying on the ground, almost falling due to physical weakness. After all, whether Little Drilling Wind left alone or fought decisively with Wu You, there was little time left for Qian Cangyi to recover.
