Only when all the beasts had left did Ji Nuan pick up the stone bowl containing Sharp Tooth Grass juice, and poured all the juice onto Ge Tai's wound.
Exchanging a glance with Grandma Shaman, Ji Nuan took a deep breath. However, looking at the flesh-and-blood wound, her hand holding the Fire Stick could not help but tremble.
Xiu Yan, who was at the side, had already perceived the plan of the two beasts, and took the burning stick from Ji Nuan's hand. "How should I do it? I'll do it."
A cold voice rang in her ear, Ji Nuan breathed a sigh of relief, gratefully looked at Xiu Yan, who was holding the Fire Stick. "Use the fire to burn Brother Ge Tai's wound."
Xiu Yan raised his eyebrows, but asked no further. Under the somewhat trembling gaze of the Shaman and Ji Nuan, he moved the Fire Stick towards the wound.
