"Not only can I heal your wounds, but I can also pass on a technique to you, letting you rapidly advance to the Grandmaster Realm," Xu Fan said indifferently to Mo Luo Dan.
"Is that true?" Mo Luo Dan's face lit up with eager hope.
"Of course, however, I won't help you for nothing, especially since you have just been my opponent on the battlefield," Xu Fan said to Mo Luo Dan, word by word.
"Master, as long as you can restore my Martial Dao Cultivation, I will agree to anything you say!" Mo Luo Dan's eyes filled with hope, he kowtowed zealously three times on the ground.
But his body was already very weak. The kowtowing agitated his wounds, causing him to cough violently, and with each cough, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Yet his face was now filled with great excitement, even the four fingertip-sized wounds on his body didn't feel as painful as before.
