"Don't worry, his life is no longer in danger, but due to the chronic accumulation of stagnant blood and impurities in his body, he needs to be thoroughly cleansed. I will feed him an elixir later; he should rest for two days, and after that, I'll give him an acupressure massage," Zhiyan said, pulling out a white porcelain bottle from her bosom.
Upon opening the bottle, she poured out a Qi Replenishing Pill.
Elixir!
The crowd inhaled sharply, their faces ablaze with fanaticism, for this young man carried an elixir with him despite his tender years.
"Thank you," the man said, his voice hoarse with gratitude, gazing at the black-robed youth before him. The excruciating pain had made him wish for immediate death; he thought he was about to bid farewell to this world and to all his brothers.
