He paused for quite a while before suppressing the intense pain within his body. His face was pale, and sweat dripped from his forehead, as he said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for saving my life."
Li Zhirui's reaction was rather calm, as he replied, "This is also a transaction; there's no need to thank me."
"Cough, cough..."
A bout of violent coughing interrupted what Ming Yun wanted to say, and he then added, "I wonder if Fellow Daoist could wait for a while, so I can treat my internal injuries first, and then I'll take you to the Tao Spirit Realm."
With his current terrible state, he truly couldn't manage to take him across the long Void.
Not to mention the potential dangers along the way, just the journey itself left him powerless.
Hearing this request, Li Zhirui frowned slightly. If he had a choice, he naturally didn't want to agree, unwilling to waste time on this matter.
But the reality was in front of him, and he had no other choice but to agree.
