Qin He took out the three pills from his storage space and gave them a gentle push with his fingertips. The three pills floated before Wei Yuanji, their lustrous glow illuminating his pale face.
Wei Yuanji stared blankly at them, his eyes filled with bewilderment, yet instinctive reverence shone through.
He did not understand the quality of pills, but he could clearly sense that each one contained vast, gentle power. It seeped in through his nose with the air, and even the curse power tangled within his body faintly stirred with ripples.
"Great Immortal, this..." His voice was still hoarse, but it now trembled slightly. His withered hand rose halfway, only to cautiously withdraw again, as though afraid of disturbing some priceless treasure.
Qin He nodded lightly. "These were prepared specifically for you. After taking them, your injuries and cultivation will both return."
Those words made tears well up in Wei Yuanji's eyes once more.
Unable to endure any longer, he tremblingly stretched out his hands and carefully cradled the three pills in his palms. Their warmth seeped through his skin like a warm current, instantly flowing throughout his entire body.
Decades of grievance, despair, and hope all turned into scalding tears at that moment. They slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the pills, spreading into fine halos of light.
"Thank you, Great Immortal... Thank you, Great Immortal..." he repeated, his voice choked with sobs as even his body trembled faintly.
At that moment, the Black Demon Banner in Qin He's sleeve gave a faint tremble, and Long Qingyun's soul voice drifted out, carrying a trace of admiration. "He is quite the lad who values affection and righteousness. For decades, he guarded a ruined temple, privately gathering faith through nothing but an Obsession. Even after his cultivation was crippled