The Sacred Island visitor had hawk eyes and a hook nose; he was insidious. It seemed that he felt quite horrible at present. His grey robe was completely bloodstained, and his vital force fluctuated about precariously. Evidently, he was seriously injured. Now that his cultivation had reached the Late Stage of the Sage-to-be, who in the Untainted Land could have hurt him like this?
Minghe smiled and gave him three drops of Three Light Holy Water, the most precious healing medicine. The visitor had not only damaged his human body but also suffered great pain in the Original Spirit. Without the help of the Three Light Holy Water, it would take him a very long time to recover.
As soon as the Three Light Holy Water began to work, he felt much better. He regulated his breathing for a while and then stood up. Knowing that he had almost recovered, Minghe asked,
