"Lu, Fellow Daoist Lu, it really is you! This is wonderful. I beg you, please save my son!" Tao Xiaofeng's face lit up with delight, then she wiped away her tears and looked at him expectantly.
"Since he's the son of an old friend, I naturally won't stand by and do nothing. Don't worry. Your son's condition isn't too serious." Lu Xiaotian smiled faintly. There were only a handful of people he knew in the Blue Demon Sea. Running into an old acquaintance across this vast sea was something worth rejoicing over. He had met Mo Wentian in Blue Nether City before forming his Golden Core. Later, they had traveled to Qingzhou City together and ventured into Golden Ganoderma Valley, where they had hunted many Golden Core-level demonic beasts alongside Big-Nosed Meng and Tao Xiaofeng. He hadn't expected Mo Wentian and Tao Xiaofeng to become Daoist companions.
Many cultivators aboard the giant vessel watched the scene with curiosity and envy. Just a moment ago, the distressed woman and the boy on her back, barely clinging to life, had been in dire straits and drawn sidelong glances. Now she had somehow found a connection to the giant vessel's foremost alchemist. It seemed that this alchemist surnamed Lu wasn't as unapproachable as he appeared.
"Really? But—but I only have one Jadeheart Grass on hand. We'd need quite a few other spirit herbs to make the pill." Tao Xiaofeng's face brightened, though a trace of worry soon returned.
"It's no trouble. Since I said his condition isn't too serious, your son will be fine." Lu Xiaotian waved a hand. "By the way, how is Fellow Daoist Mo? Why aren't you together?"
"Then I thank you, Fellow Daoist Lu." Hearing the certainty in Lu Xiaotian's voice, and recalling how he had been a man