"Why, could it be that this brother wishes to stand up for justice and draw his blade to help?"
At this moment, the young man in luxurious clothes narrowed his eyes as he questioned Li Zhōujūn, who had suddenly spoken up.
Seeing that Li Zhōujūn's cyan robe did not look cheaply made, and that both his bearing and appearance were extraordinary, the young man was uncertain whether Li Zhōujūn had some powerful backing. Thus, his words were fairly polite.
This was indeed very realistic. After all, "people rely on clothes, while horses rely on saddles"—that saying had not come from nowhere.
Li Zhōujūn smiled. Ignoring the young man in luxurious clothes, he instead looked at the filthy, disheveled woman holding a swaddled infant, whose baby girl even had gray spots growing across her face.
Li Zhōujūn had once spent forty years at Yunju Mountain and had come into contact with medical texts. At a glance, he discovered that he had never seen this illness before.
Moreover, this did not seem to be an illness at all.
Unexpectedly, the baby girl had an excellent cultivation talent and was extremely compatible with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Unfortunately, this world had no spiritual energy.
Unable to come into contact with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the baby girl had begun developing these gray spots on her body.
Curing this illness was simple: all they had to do was take the baby girl to a world with spiritual energy.
Alternatively, if Li Zhōujūn removed the Azure Meteorite and allowed this world to recover its spiritual energy, the baby girl's illness would gradually improve as well.
Aside from that, there was one other possibility that might exist.
Since the baby girl's illness had been caused by the Azure Meteorite, and