"Help me apply salve to his wounds. Don't aggravate him, he might be a powerhouse; we need to gain his favor." A husky voice was heard warning the people with him.
"What if he is an evil cultivator? Let us just go, we can't risk ourselves into helping such a person." the voice belonged to a young man.
"Do not be a coward! We need help, if we cannot secure the help of this person, then we are going to die. I cannot feel his qi, meaning he is an Immortal, we need to receive the favor of an Immortal if we want our tribe to live."
Having his body touched, Wang Ling showed signs of 'regaining' his consciousness. He grumbled and showed his vulnerability lowering the guard of the people around him.
"Reverend immortal, how are you feeling?" the man with the husky voice knelt with his head down adjacent to Wang Ling's left. He was wearing tight-fitting clothing made from leather of some sort.