In the bedroom, Han Qingtian lay on the ground in a pool of his own blood.
Zhao Dong was shocked, but he reacted instantly and rushed over. He took Han Qingtian's wrist, and after a moment, let out a sigh of relief. The old man wasn't dead; he was still breathing. As long as there was a breath left, he could be saved.
Zhao Dong rapidly circulated the Mysterious Heaven Cultivation Technique, imbuing Han Qingtian's body with a thread of Spiritual Energy before quickly pressing several of his acupoints. Within moments, Han Qingtian's eyes fluttered open. He was startled to see Zhao Dong, and in his agitated state, he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Elder, don't get emotional! Stay calm," Zhao Dong said hastily.
Han Qingtian was no ordinary man. He managed to calm himself in a few seconds and looked at Zhao Dong. "Zhao Dong, I owe it all to you. If it weren't for you, I would have lost my life here today."
