A Taoist who looked to be in his forties or fifties didn't follow the Sect Master back. He stood where he was, his face twisted between laughter and tears, then finally let out a miserable laugh, looked up to the sky, and spat a mouthful of blood, before collapsing straight to the ground.
Beside him, a few young Taoists scrambled in panic, unsure what to do.
The Fourth Great-Uncle Master sighed and spoke.
"His Dao heart has collapsed. The wound is to his heart, not his body."
At those words, even the Seventh Great-Uncle Master and the Eighth Uncle-Master Ancestor looked on with respect.
"Supreme Taiyi Savior Heavenly Master."
The few young Taoists helped the Taoist priest to the side and aided his breathing. Gradually, the priest began to awaken.
He got to his feet, his expression desolate, the spirit in his eyes as if drained away.
When people from Fuyu Mountain first arrived, he was the most anxious of them all.
