Qu Tan'er quickly untied Zhan Beilie. At this moment, there wasn't a single uninjured part on Zhan Beilie's body.
His flesh and blood were starting to rot.
It needed urgent treatment, yet Qu Tan'er was not proficient in medical skills. However, she could see that Zhan Beilie's entire cultivation of profound energy had been abolished! She was incredibly shocked. Sometimes, cultivators valued their martial arts more than their own life. If Zhan Beilie woke up and realized he had become a cripple, how would he feel?
She couldn't imagine; it would surely be very painful.
But right now, the most important thing was to keep him alive.
So, Qu Tan'er stuffed the healing elixirs she carried into Zhan Beilie's mouth non-stop, just as she had done for little Mengmeng earlier, not a bit less.
Little Mengmeng looked on as if wanting to roll her eyes, "Stupid!"
"What did you say?" Qu Tan'er glared at it fiercely.
"Go back, save him."
