His leg was broken, courtesy of Wen Cao, and the pond monster in the cave had sliced its talons across his shin. You were injured from a night in the Wen Clan’s dungeon and part of your chest was cooked thanks to Wen Cao’s whore of a wife. The hot iron was meant for Mianmian, but being the cultivator you were, you just had to save her.

Now you were both sitting down against the wall — wet, cold, and trying not to disturb the pond monster. You used a charm to start a fire and were attempting to help Lan Zhan’s wounds, but it was hard to find materials in the cave. You weren’t going to let Lan Zhan down though. No you were not.