What surprised Lei Dong a little was that not only was she mute, but she also had a large red birthmark on her face, making her terribly ugly. Her eyes, though, were pure, like a mountain stream, clear and flawless. When she saw that Lei Dong had woken, she seemed very happy. Carrying a clay pot in her hands, she hurried over in small steps, set it on the table, and made all sorts of concerned gestures.
"You saved me?" Lei Dong asked, steadying himself as he looked at her.
The Mute Girl froze, but quickly nodded and began gesturing.
Lei Dong nodded solemnly, then asked, "Can you write? I can't understand your gestures." He did not thank her. A life-saving debt could not be repaid with a simple word of thanks.
The Mute Girl's expression dimmed slightly, and she slowly shook her head.
That was a bit of a problem. Lei Dong frowned slightly. Still, it was no matter. Since the Mute Girl had saved him, he would naturally repay her. But for now, his priority was to heal as soon as possible and recover his strength. Lei Dong did not know where he was, but he knew that everywhere under heaven, might made right and strength ruled.
When the Mute Girl saw that Lei Dong was silent, she used a chipped bowl to ladle soup from the clay pot. She carefully carried it over to him, scooped up a spoonful, and gently brought it to his lips.
Lei Dong had already established his immortal foundation, and his cultivation was not low. Even if he went a long time without food, as long as he still had true qi in his body, he could go a month or two without starving to death. He could use true qi to