Carrying Ji Hui on his back, A Lu moved cautiously through the camp. Before long, he reached the warehouse area.
Just when he thought no one was there, he heard a faint groan from a pile of empty boxes.
"Ugh…"
Drawing his sword, he approached slowly. When he was just a few steps away from the pile of empty boxes, the sound of weak breathing reached his ears.
"Who is there?" A Lu asked cautiously.
Receiving no answer, he pondered for a moment before placing Ji Hui down. After making sure Ji Hui's wounds were untouched, A Lu cautiously approached the pile of empty boxes.
Kicking some of them aside to clear a path, A Lu's eyes flickered with surprise when he saw the one who had made the noise just now.
"Elder Brother, are you alright?" he asked, checking on the man leaning against the empty boxes.
When the man didn't respond, A Lu grew anxious. Shaking his body gently, he pleaded, "Elder Brother, please open your eyes and look at me."
