The man's voice was weak and halting. Miranda Joy, filled with concern, said softly, "Father, you should rest. How about I take care of hosting the Elder?"
"No… that won't do!"
He shook his head and said slowly, "Go… bring… bring me… my medicine…"
Sighing softly, Miranda Joy helped him lie back down, then turned to the table and picked up a porcelain bottle. She uncorked it and tilted it slightly.
Only then did the man's eyes brighten. He opened his mouth wide, a look of intense longing in his gaze.
As a drop of green liquid flowed into his mouth, his complexion immediately became rosier. The only thing that seemed off to Dean Bruce was that the man's vitality didn't recover at all!
An ordinary person wouldn't have noticed such a detail, but Dean Bruce had absorbed the Spring of Life, making him extraordinarily sensitive to changes in life force.
