Seeing the old man's confident expression, Kong Rui didn't hesitate and only said, "Thank you, mentor!"
A smile appeared on the old man's face before he stared at Stone with sparkling eyes.
He picked up the tobacco pipe at his waist, took out a small handful of tobacco leaves, crushed them, and placed them in.
A hint of red fire ignited, and a faint wisp of green smoke slowly rose.
Kong Rui stood at the side as she watched the old man's actions. She saw him tap the smoking pot with a red flame on Stone's abdomen, chest, and forehead.
The smoke pot was scorching hot. The skin would be dyed red even if it only came close to it, let alone when burning the skin directly.
It had already burned off a few pieces of Stone's ashen skin.
Stone's flesh fell, but Stone didn't seem to feel any pain and just lay there without any reaction.
The old man flipped his tobacco pouch, raised Stone's neck, and pushed him to sit up.
