"I'll, I'll walk on my own. These should be the outposts on the battlefield's perimeter. You can take a break now."
"Suit yourself."
Li Dalang's body was indeed broken and utterly fatigued. However, as long as his internal organs and lungs were fine, and his meridians and energy pathways were normal, these injuries weren't a big deal. After all, he had absorbed the powers of ninjas along the way, accumulating over a hundred years' worth of skills. Once he reached a safe place, Li Pan naturally had a bunch of techniques to reconnect severed limbs and bring back the dead.
"...Sir, how much money do you want?"
Although he had ignored Seiryuuden Motonobu's attempts to make conversation all along, once this question was asked, Li Pan did show some interest and glanced at the middle-aged samurai.
Seiryuuden Motonobu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and flattered him,
