Fortunately, Cheng Yi was quick-witted and put Liu He on the stool next to him with both hands as if he was holding a child.

Liu He struggled to get down and pretended to kowtow to the two men.

At this moment, there was no foundation-building cultivator, only an ordinary man who was grateful for being rescued and surviving the disaster.

After all, only a few people can disregard life and death.

"You should rest and recuperate first." Lu Qing walked over and asked Liu He to lie down and relax.

Yes, hurt...

Liu He remembered that he was already dying before he fell into a coma. This secret technique was just a way for him to linger on. Even if he woke up, he would be extremely weak and his foundation would be shaky.

But why... why are only my hands and feet left powerless?!

Moreover, there was a very warm current rising from his chest and abdomen, spreading to his limbs and bones.

There is no need to think, this must be Sect Master Lu who fed himself the magic medicine elixir!!!

He is a Foundation Establishment cultivator, how could he be so worthy and capable?!

Liu He felt a lump in his throat.

Apart from his parents who have long passed away, there is no one else in the world who is so good to him.

"Oh right..." Liu He's expression suddenly changed, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Sect Master... my disciples, are they..."

Lu Qing let out a long sigh.

Cheng Yi said, "I was rescued by the Sect Master. In the entire Seven Villages, you and I are the only two who survived."

Of course, players are excluded from the statistics.

"Disciple!! Ugh... Disciple... My Disciple..."

Liu He was overwhelmed with grief and burst into tears.

He is unmarried and has no children, and he has always treated these apprentices as his own children.

But one wrong step and it's all gone.

The way of heaven is ruthless, but monks are compassionate.