Everyone accepted the pills, swallowed them, and sat down cross-legged where they were.
Although Lu Song and the others were seriously injured, most of their wounds were to their flesh, along with depleted spiritual power. Their foundations had not been harmed.
Thus, aided by the pills Jiang Fan had given them, they recovered seventy to eighty percent in merely an hour.
Once the medicinal effects had been fully refined, Lu Song rose and gave Jiang Fan a deep bow.
"Brother Jiang, if you had not appeared in time this time, the four of us would likely have long become souls beneath Xiao Yun's palm!"
"We will never forget the grace of saving our lives!"
Wen Xi and the others hurriedly echoed him.
"Indeed, Brother Jiang!"
"If not for your pills, we would still be grievously wounded!"
"Thank you!"
Jiang Fan waved a hand, his expression calm.
"There is no need for such formality!"
"If not for me, you would not have been targeted by Xiao Yun either!"
"Speaking of which, I was the one who dragged you into this!"
Wen Xi shook her head.
"Brother Jiang, that is not right!"
"Your grudge with Xiao Yun came first; we formed our party afterward!"
"Since we still chose to come together to the Black Wind Ridge ruins despite knowing the situation, then your grudge with him is also partly ours!"
"There is no question of who dragged whom down!"
Jiang Fan did not wish to dwell on the matter. After nodding with a smile, he changed the subject.
"How are your injuries?"
Lu Song stretched his limbs. Though there was still some dull pain, it no longer affected his movements.
"They are no longer a concern!"
"Brother Jiang's pills are extraordinarily effective. My external wounds have basically healed."
"As for the remaining