Wei Dongliu flicked his finger and shot an Elixir Bottle out from his sleeve.
The wooden stopper popped off, and the Elixir shot into Jiang the Witch's mouth like a bullet, but she held it in her mouth without moving—she was too weak to swallow.
Wei Dongliu pressed her philtrum once again, lifted it upward, and with another hand pressed on her throat, the Elixir naturally slid down from the base of her tongue.
After a while, Jiang Li An slowly regained consciousness, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Wei Dongliu pressed his right hand on her fragrant shoulder and expelled his True Yuan into her meridians. It rushed out from her acupoints, pushing out the silver needles all over her body along with blood and sweat onto the ground.
