Flying south, Lu Dongliang could sense that heading south was the right choice—someone down there could save him.
He arrived at the edge of Greenwater City and lost control upon landing, plunging headfirst into the mud ditch.
This is bad, I'm going to suffocate.
I'm going to be choked to death by this rotten mud.
Lu Dongliang was a Ninth Layer Traveling Cultivator, one of the top experts in the whole Puluo State, and the head of the most prominent family. Due to critical injuries, he had plunged headfirst into the muck and couldn't get out.
Wasn't it said that flying south would bring someone to save me?
A Ninth Layer Traveling Cultivator dying in the mud?
Who will come to save me?
Who can save me?
Who...
Mud kept pouring into his mouth and nostrils, and the weakened Lu Dongliang was losing consciousness.
Who could come to rescue him?
Li Banfeng walked up to the mud ditch and saw a person planted head-down in the muck, their legs still struggling frantically.
