After hearing what Young Master Bai Que had said, Xuan Shui felt somewhat reassured.
Moreover, only now did he notice that their clothes were torn in some places, even stained with blood, but the skin beneath appeared to be undamaged. It must be because they had used some kind of medicine.
With this thought, Xuan Shui felt completely at ease.
However, he was somewhat troubled as he looked at the palm-sized Golden Sore Patch in his hand.
There were several wounds on his body, but he had only one patch to apply.
He glanced at the others; they seemed completely unharmed. Facing such a powerful wild beast, how could they only have one injury?
Therefore, they must have plenty of medicines at hand, enough to heal their wounds.
It seems like the earlier they got out, the more rewards they received.
Xuan Shui pursed his lips, placing the Golden Sore Patch on a severe wound on his abdomen. Then, the words Liao Li had told him flashed through his mind.
