"Bring out every warming and meridian-repairing pill in the Alchemy Hall's storehouse. Don't count the losses. Send them straight to Peak No. 36.
Go invite the Alchemy Hall's chief Elder here in person, and have him bring that set of golden needles of his.
And bring the Soul-Calming Lamp from my room. Go, now."
The eldest disciple accepted the order and sprinted away.
She turned to another Deacon.
"Notify all disciples on duty at Peak No. 36. From today onward, tighten the guard. No unrelated personnel are to approach within five hundred zhang of the Main Peak teleportation array.
The healing Spiritual Herbs for the Situ siblings are to be supplied as usual."
The Deacon cupped his hands in acknowledgment, turned into a streak of Flowing Light, and vanished between the palace halls.
Only after arranging all of this did she turn back to you.
Her gaze paused on your face for the briefest instant.
Then she said nothing. She only stepped forward and gently pressed her hand to your injured right shoulder.
Her own Immortal Power flowed through her palm into your body, helping you bear a portion of the lingering burning pain in your meridians.
Her fingers trembled slightly, but the force she used was controlled with absolute steadiness, not a fraction too much or too little, as natural as if she had done it thousands upon thousands of times.
"Can you walk?"
"I can."
"Good.
Return to Peak No. 36 first.
Leave Tian Ji and Senior Peerless to me. I'll make the arrangements."
She glanced again at the speck of remnant-soul light on Peerless War King's shoulder, and a trace of respect entered her eyes.
She did not press for answers. She only took over the position of protector from your hands.
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