Secrets of Holy Soul Village

"Even with Grandpa Jack's Soul Sage cultivation, how had he suffered such severe injuries?" Xiao Han's voice was icy cold.

"Soul Sage?"

Er Gouzi and the other companions from Holy Soul Village stared at Xiao Han in stunned silence.

"Er Gouzi, perhaps you don't know this, but Grandpa Jack isn't an ordinary village chief. He's a powerful Soul Sage-level expert," Tang San chimed in. After using his Purple Demon Eyes, he could now see through Old Jack's true condition at a glance.

"Ahem."

At that moment, Old Jack woke up. His voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz as he said with difficulty, "Ah, it seems I can't keep it from you anymore. That's right, I'm the Soul Sage from our village who left that handprint."

"What?"

"What?"

"What?"

Er Gouzi and the other eight thirteen- or fourteen-year-old youths from Holy Soul Village stared at Old Jack in shock. Old Jack was actually the Soul Sage expert he so often spoke of?

"Grandpa Jack, drink this first!" Xiao Han exchanged a level-ten Red Potion from the system shop, pulled off the cap, and held it to Old Jack's lips.

Old Jack had more breath leaving than entering; his time was nearly up, and he would certainly die today. He had wanted to refuse Xiao Han, but in consideration of Xiao Han's filial devotion, he swallowed several mouthfuls of the Red Potion.

As the Red Potion entered his stomach, Old Jack's Eye Pupils widened. To his astonishment, a trace of vitality had returned to his body. He immediately drained the entire bottle.

Shortly afterward, the rosy, vigorous Old Jack of old appeared before Xiao Han once more.

"Grandpa Jack, you're better!" Er Gouzi cried tears of joy as he looked at Old Jack in immense delight.

"Mm."

Old Jack nodded.