C2622 I Need Water
"What do we do, Old Bastard? Think of something, quick!" In that moment, Little Thing was completely distracted, pacing back and forth in a panic like an ant on a hot skillet, his forehead beaded with sweat.
Medicine Ancestor, too, was deeply concerned, his brow furrowed in thought. He was at a loss; even using his own roots to aid Feng Zhentian would only hasten the man's recovery