The battle had ended, and Meng Zifei immediately approached. His expression was agitated as he looked at Baili An and asked, "Si Chen, how could you appear here?"
Baili An was about to speak but noticed the faint shade of ashen gray death on the weak face of the young cultivator leaning on his shoulder.
His gaze shifted, and he said solemnly, "We need to save him first."
Meng Zifei came to his senses, "Yes, yes! Save him first, save him first."
His breathing was very disordered, obviously suffering from severe internal injuries, yet he still methodically handed Jiang Shaoyu over to Baili An.
Meng Zifei carefully removed his outer garment and spread it on the ground before gently placing him on the clothed surface.
Jiang Shaoyu's consciousness was clearly fading as he clutched desperately at Meng Zifei's sleeve, gasping, "Save me... save me... I don't want to die."
Meng Zifei patted the back of his hand to soothe him, then bent down to inspect the injury on his leg.
