Central Heaven Continent

Han Debiao took out a mid-grade Golden Dew Pill, swallowed it, and circulated his cultivation technique to heal his injuries.

Liang Youshan was tactful enough to stand guard at the side for Han Debiao.

An hour later, Han Debiao finished his meditation and rose to his feet. The pallor on his face had returned to a healthy flush.

"Fellow Daoist Han, the wound on your back is rather serious. Take off your upper garment, and I'll apply some medicine for you. It'll heal faster that way!"

Liang Youshan said, blushing. Han Debiao had been injured saving her; if not for him, she would already be dead.

After a brief hesitation, Han Debiao nodded in agreement. He took off his upper garment, revealing a robust upper body with bronzed skin, thick arms, and sharply defined muscles.

Liang Youshan walked behind Han Debiao. A heavy masculine scent drifted into her nose, and her heartbeat suddenly quickened.

There was a bloody hole as wide as a fist in Han Debiao's back, with white bone faintly visible within.

Liang Youshan took out a green porcelain bottle, poured some green powder into the wound, and wrapped it several times with white cloth.

Han Debiao put his clothes back on and thanked her.

"We should leave this place as soon as possible! I hope we can return to the clan soon."

Liang Youshan's face was filled with longing.

Considering that this place might be some forbidden zone, they did not dare fly too high. They flew slowly thirty zhang above the ground.

Half a month later, the setting sun was like blood. Han Debiao and Liang Youshan drifted slowly through the air, not moving particularly fast. Han Debiao's clothes bore quite a few brown bloodstains.

This desert was simply too vast. There were no restrictions here,