One looked over seventy, hunched and stooped as he held a long wooden sword with a cold, stern expression. The other was broad and younger, wielding an axe in each hand. He was thick-browed and sharp-eyed as he warily scanned the area. 0

The cold-eyed elder glanced at the red-robed man collapsed on the ice and swallowed hard before whispering, "Fellow Daoist Rui, take a look at this…"0

The brawny man surnamed Rui frowned and glanced sideways at the flame surrounding the red-robed man. He replied, "That's some intense flames. This cultivator looks seriously wounded and on the verge of death… Wait ten hours or so, and he’ll be in deep trouble."0

The old elder swallowed again and murmured, "Fellow Daoist Rui, you have keen eyes. How can we let someone die before us? Let’s save him quickly."0

The two exchanged glances and clearly saw the greed...1