Yun Lintian turned to the middle-aged man and waved his hand gently. A thick vine immediately shot out of his palm across the arena and wrapped around the latter. In the next moment, the middle-aged man could feel his injury recover almost instantly.
This scene immediately stunned everyone in the avenue. Especially Du Xiaotian. His face turned solemn as he stared at the green vine attentively. He could feel the wood energy within it was several times higher than his.
The middle-aged man wiped the bloodstain out of the corner of his mouth and cupped his fists toward Yun Lintian. "Thank you, Sect Master Yun. I am too useless to avenge my granddaughter. I am ashamed to live further."
As he finished his sentence, he raised his palm and wanted to slam into his heart, but he was first stopped by Yun Lintian's vine.
