To be more specific, it refers to the IDs of those three people.
Xu Qian quickly stuffed the rice ball into his mouth and used his superb lightness skill to climb up. He stopped at the edge of the hill and saw that the names of the three people were still hanging in front of him, but their figures were covered by the smoke below the hill.
"Did it fall down?" As Xu Qian approached, he suddenly stopped, feeling a bit slippery, probably because the hill was wet and slippery from the rain.
He stared at it for a while, hesitated for a few seconds, and then decided to go down and take a look. After all, he had run into it, and it wouldn't be right to just ignore it.
However, just as Xu Qian used his lightness skill to descend, the instant he made contact, a damage value popped up in front of him, instantly taking away a quarter of his health.
Xu Qian quickly used a light footwork technique, thrusting his right hand into the hillside beside him, and the incredibly hard curved blade was deeply embedded in the mountainside.
Xu Qian waved his hand, and a few gaps appeared in the mist before his eyes. He looked down again and saw the damage value that had just jumped out at him. There was a big tear in the sleeve of his other arm.
Xu Qian took a healing potion and instantly recovered to full health.
Looking up again, he found that the ID 'Zhao Changzhou' was very close to him.
Xu Qian breathed a sigh of relief and flew towards the nearest ID. To be honest, his Ming Cult skills in lightness techniques were really not that great!
After using his superior lightness skill to get closer, Xu Qian finally saw the person behind the ID clearly—the one with glasses. At this moment, he was lying on the slope, barely alive, with a large tear in his windbreaker, similar to the one Xu Qian was wearing.
Xu Qian looked up at the sky. The fog was thick. This was considered high ground, and the proportion of rocks was much higher than at the foot of the hill. They were all large and very sharp rocks. Falling from high ground was an extremely dangerous thing.
Xu Qian squatted down, lifted the other person's head, and fed him a healing potion. Almost the instant the potion entered his mouth, the other person's health bar was pulled back to the safe level.
About half a minute later, Zhao Changzhou slowly opened his eyes. Before he could speak, he clutched his chest and vomited blood.
Xu Qian looked at the faction under his ID—Blue Candle.
Blue candle...
I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before...
"Cough cough—"
Xu Qian subconsciously reached out and touched the other person's shoulder.
"...Zuo Yu!" The first person Zhao Changzhou thought of when he came to his senses was his friends.
“Your friend is downstairs.” Xu Qian reached out to stop him.
"Uh... thank you, but I have to go find them..."
"How did you fall down?" Xu Qian ignored him and asked aloud.
"Cough..." Zhao Changzhou managed to catch his breath, but his eyes couldn't help but peek out. "We were pushed down... Zuo Yu! I'm here!"
Xu Qian glanced behind him and first saw a pair of hands climbing upwards. In Xu Qian's eyes, they were just ordinary men's hands. He didn't know how Zhao Changzhou recognized them at a glance.
"Old Zhao, are you alright..." Zuo Yu's voice stopped the moment he saw Xu Qian, or rather, he became wary.
Xu Qian gave him a fairly friendly smile, but it was clear that the smile did not play any crucial role.
“Zuo Yu…” Zhao Changzhou called out to him, then shook his head.
Xu Qian looked at the man named Zuo Yu and temporarily put away his aggressive attitude.
At that very moment, Xu Qian suddenly remembered someone, someone he knew very well.
They look very alike.
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