A Luna?

The man's mouth finally opened as he sobbed. His condition wasn't as good as his long hair, which was scattered into several knots. His figure was thin, indicating that he wasn't fed well. His skin was covered with scratches and even injuries, as if someone or something had bitten him. Flies roamed around his head as if he were a piece of garbage.

It could be said that he was placed here quite some time ago.

Even when his hands were opened, he made no movement to run away. He curled up against the wall and sobbed, trying his best to calm himself down and vent his pent-up emotions at the same time.

The two cultivators were silent as they watched the event happen. Only when half an hour passed did the man calm down as he wiped his face and raised his head, looking patiently at the cultivators who were standing in front of him.

He hurriedly got up and bowed respectfully. "I want to thank you respectfully for saving my life."