"What a potent poison, like bone maggots. What kind of opponent did you encounter?" the old man muttered under his breath, pulling out a stalk of medicinal herb from the Nine Palace Bag at his waist.
The old man brought the herb to the woman's mouth. Struggling, she bit down on the herb and began to chew slowly.
In no time at all, the woman's face began to regain its color, looking considerably better; the toxins within her body were also rapidly being expelled.
Seeing that the woman was no longer in imminent danger, the old man finally relaxed his furrowed brows.
After a while, the woman regained her consciousness. Upon seeing the old man standing before her, she was momentarily startled before struggling to stand up.
"You've been severely injured," the old man said gently.
The woman bit her lip, her face full of resentment. "I was careless. There's a very powerful person on the mountaintop."
