In Shaolin Temple.
Mr. Ying had turned Hong Luoyu into a human stick, and after the desperate struggle of the recent times, he had finally drifted back to Shaolin Temple. Just as he was about to pass over the main peak of Shaoshi Mountain, hovering above the immovable Yuan Ci's head, he commenced his second 'journey'.
Wu Changqing, moved by compassion, lashed out with his long whip and grabbed Luoyu around the waist, forcefully pulling him down.
In the end, the old man's heart softened.
Wu Changqing placed the 'Ying's human stick' on the wooden chair he often sat in, sighed, and, leaning on his cane, went to Shaolin's back kitchen. There were still plenty of the previously acquired medicines left, which, limited by Wang Anfeng's cultivation, contained no rare and aged spiritual materials. Nevertheless, in such a condition, a big dose would've been unbearable.
He just prepared some medicinal meals that nourish the body and replenish Qi to bring over.