Chi Jiuxiao saw An Hao's nervousness, so he raised a hand, took out a scroll, and tossed it to him.
An Hao caught it on instinct, then heard Chi Jiuxiao say, "Take a look. This is a divine ability I obtained by chance."
With that, Chi Jiuxiao sat down cross-legged on the spot and began circulating his energy to heal his wounds.
An Hao hesitated for a moment, but still sent his divine sense into it.
A while later, An Hao's expression changed drastically, and even the hand holding the scroll was trembling.
He withdrew his divine sense, then took out the eighth-rank heavenly material and earthly treasure he had kept carefully stored in his Storage Bag. It was a vivid red spirit flower, and he offered it to Chi Jiuxiao with both hands.
Chi Jiuxiao raised a hand and beckoned, drawing the eighth-rank spirit flower into his grasp.
He stood up and took out a medicinal cauldron, fully ten feet tall. He tossed the spirit flower in, then threw in many other medicinal ingredients.
After starting the fire, he took out another small bottle and poured water into the cauldron. The little bottle seemed to hide a separate space within it; no matter how he poured, it did not run dry.
Only after the medicinal cauldron was filled with water did Chi Jiuxiao close the medicinal bottle and put it back into his own storage magic artifact.
He looked at An Hao and said, "You can leave now."
With that, he leaped and landed inside the medicinal cauldron.
An Hao hesitated for a moment, but did not leave. Instead, he walked over beneath a nearby tree, sat down cross-legged, and began comprehending the divine ability Chi Jiuxiao had given him.
"Nine Transformations of the Soaring Dragon..."
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