The herbal paste was applied to the wound, neutralizing the toxin, and a plume of demonic ash smoke rose from it.
It didn't hurt, but it was very itchy.
Lu Bei sat cross-legged, his Qi from the 1H and 2H Wood Spirits illuminating a green light, making him glow an alluring green.
The toxins were removed, the wound healed, and the flesh started regrowing. Tendrils of flesh writhed and interweaved, gradually closing up the wound.
After a cup of tea's time, the last bit of toxin was cleared out, and the injury was completely healed.
Lu Bei stood up, shaking his arm, and seeing She Huan and Bai Jin studying a stone-built altar at a distance, he strode towards them.
"I told you so, didn't I? This place is fraught with great danger, and only by passing the trial could one see the legacy left by the predecessors."
