Wang Jian glanced at the nearby terrain.
In these mountains, paths like the one at the entrance to Paigou Village were common. The village entrance was a mountain road that wound around a small hill. Beside the road was a ditch, one to two meters deep, its sides overgrown with weeds. It was because of this ditch that Grandpa Yu hadn't been seriously injured in his fall.
However, Grandpa Yu's current state didn't look like the result of a simple tumble.
As Wang Jian drew closer, he immediately sensed the man's internal condition. In his eyes, Grandpa Yu was less a physical body and more a human-shaped model of flowing Qi. For the most part, the Qi in Grandpa Yu's body was unremarkable, aside from the general frailty common in the elderly. Only the areas around his injured elbow and shin seemed peculiar. Still, a mere fracture and some scrapes shouldn't have left him like this.
So, Wang Jian focused his attention on Grandpa Yu's head.
