Seeing the bone-deep wound on Shen Yuening's shoulder and arm, Lu Changsheng frowned beneath his Bronze Mask. Helping a fellow disciple was a matter of duty, but letting his senior sister walk through this peril-ridden ruin with such grave injuries was hardly appropriate.
He immediately stepped forward, then took a warm jade vial from his robes. He poured out three pills the size of longan fruits, each exuding a rich herbal fragrance, and offered them to her.
"Senior Sister Shen, these are Hundred Herb Jade Dew Pills. They should be of some help to your injuries."
Shen Yuening truly felt her spiritual power running dry. A searing pain radiated from her wounds, accompanied by waves of weakness. Looking at the pills Lu Changsheng offered, she could tell from their pure medicinal fragrance alone that they were no ordinary items. Gratitude deepened in her eyes.
"Thank you, Junior Brother, for coming to my aid and gifting me such medicine. I cannot thank you enough!"
She did not stand on ceremony. Her jade-like hand directly accepted the pills, and she promptly swallowed them without hesitation.
The pills melted as soon as they entered her mouth, turning into several warm yet cooling currents that swiftly coursed through her limbs and bones. Wherever that coolness passed, the churning blood and qi within her rapidly settled, while the dried-up spiritual power in her meridians seemed infused with sweet spring water and slowly began to replenish.
More miraculously, the vicious wounds on her shoulder and arm began to twitch, close, and scab over at a visible rate. The pain greatly subsided. In less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Shen Yuening's pale complexion regained its rosy color, her aura became long and steady once more, and her injuries had recovered seventy