Majestic Mountains concealed her.
Cold clouds shrouded the deep mountains. Green grass spread across the empty village, wildflowers breathed out fragrance, and fallen leaves carpeted paths no one swept.
Coughing echoed from an abandoned stone house. Every cough tugged at her injuries, bringing heart-rending pain. Her phoenix eyes were listless, tears welling despite herself. That inexplicable battle in the city had caused her wounds to flare up, forcing her to retreat into the deep mountains and find an abandoned village to shelter in. Fortunately, she had prepared plenty of medicinal herbs.
Iron Ball had run a long way to bring back an earthenware pot for brewing medicine.
That legendary ability to spit out a mouthful of spirit fire, refine medicinal herbs in midair, condense their essence into medicinal liquid, and form pills was beyond a certain wyrm. Iron Ball understood even less. Fortunately, brewing the medicine could likewise bring out its efficacy to the fullest.
Firewood crackled in the flames, while thick, medicine-scented steam burbled from the earthenware pot. Bai Yujun sat by the campfire wrapped in a blanket, warming herself.
"Cough, cough... Help me cool the medicine."
"It'll be ready soon."
Iron Ball grabbed the earthenware pot, carried it away from the fire, and set it on the Qingshi Steps outside. Then he squatted beneath the steps and fanned it, blowing hard. Having a little follower to do the work was quite convenient. He was a gifted little expert at burrowing underground and digging through mountains.
After a long while, Iron Ball brought the no-longer-scorching earthenware pot before Bai Yujun.
There was no need to use a bowl for medicine; she simply drank straight from the pot. Big body, big appetite, double the dosage. She raised the pot and gulped down the medicinal liquid, her snow-white throat constantly bobbing