"Oh my, Sect Master Xiang, Sect Master Xiang!" Yang Fan wanted to laugh but quickly ran to Xiang Nantian's side, swiftly untied the ropes on him, and moved the tree trunk before finally pulling Xiang Nantian out.
However, at this moment, Xiang Nantian was in quite a miserable state. His clothes were all tattered and torn, and his face and body were covered with dirt. He even had a mouthful of dirt, which he accidentally ate while cursing during his fall.
"Sect Master Xiang, Sect Master Xiang, take a rest, rest for a bit, have an elixir pill, and let me help you with breathing control..."
Xiang Nantian wanted to curse, but the dirt in his mouth made it impossible. Moreover, as a Sect Master, he still had to be mindful of his image, which was now left with just a sliver of dignity.
Yang Fan took out an elixir pill and handed it to Xiang Nantian. Xiang Nantian glared and took it, but he didn't eat it immediately because there was still quite a bit of dirt in his mouth.
