When Duan Ling Tian returned to his senses once more, he noticed that the remaining bandits had all fallen down.
Only one bandit remained with his last breath, and he obviously wouldn’t live for long.
"Lo… Lord, save me!" The bandit struggled to plead for help from Duan Ling Tian.
Duan Ling Tian glanced at him indifferently and asked. "Do you know where the other Leaders of your bandit group are?"
"I… I don’t know." The bandit shook his head with difficulty. Even if he consumed a healing medicinal pill, he was still out of breath.
He’d suffered too heavy injuries, and the low grade healing medicinal pills in his possession weren’t able to provide any effect.
"Little Gold." Duan Ling Tian paid no attention to this bandit and woke up the little gold mouse.
"Squeak squeak~" After the little gold mouse woke up, she cried out in surprise when she saw the tragic condition within the gorge.