Night lay silent and still. Only a bright moon hung high in the sky, scattering endless silver radiance across the earth.
Tong Lie stood bare-chested, his knotted muscles exposed, gazing up at the night sky with a sense of relaxation and comfort unlike anything he had ever felt before.
Yet upon his chest was a palm print, as though branded into his flesh. The fingerprints were distinct, making the skin on his chest stand in stark contrast to the rest of his body.
More than that, his right elbow was wrapped in thick gauze, crimson blood seeping through from within. Even with his supreme Physical Divine Abilities, he found it difficult to stop the bleeding, showing that something sinister was at work.
"Tong Lie, how exactly are your injuries? Ten days have already passed, yet the palm print on your chest and the wound on your right elbow still haven't faded or healed. Did Xie Wanzhi leave behind some kind of insidious trick?"
Fatty Xia held a thin sheet of white paper, his heart heavy as he asked.
The paper listed several herbs Tong Lie had described orally. He had no idea whether they could even be found within human territory.
Moreover, that Great Grandmaster battle had indeed been spectacular beyond measure. Unfortunately, the gun shot the prominent bird, and Tong Lie was an outsider besides. Sooner or later, he would draw even stronger figures out of seclusion.
What left Fatty Xia even more helpless was that Tong Lie had actually been injured. It did not seem particularly serious, at least not on the surface, yet it stubbornly refused to heal on its own. He feared it would affect their next course of action.
"Give me a little more time. Xie Wanzhi's Star Plucking Hand truly was unfathomably miraculous. With