In Asahi Royal City, after a great battle, the entire Drunken Fragrance Pavilion had been destroyed, and the surrounding area had suffered calamity. The royal guards swiftly mobilized, placing the royal city under martial law and forbidding anyone from entering or leaving.
Within a residence not far from Asahi Royal Palace, the scent of medicine permeated the air. A figure in plain robes occasionally passed by, preparing medicinal ingredients for healing.
On the bed lay a beautiful woman with her eyes tightly shut, her face pale and her appearance exceedingly frail.
By the bed, flames flickered beneath a stove, and the fragrance of medicine continuously wafted from the medicine pot. Outside the room, Ning Chen arrived. He glanced at the woman on the bed, who had yet to awaken, then opened the medicine pot and placed the prepared spiritual herbs inside one by one in order.
Gradually, an even richer medicinal fragrance filled the room, refreshing the heart and clearing the mind.
A little more than half an hour later, Ning Chen removed the medicine pot from the fire and poured the brewed medicine into a bowl. Looking at the exquisitely carved little immortal medicine on his shoulder, he smiled and said, "Little Gourd, lend me a hand."
"Just one drop."
Little Gourd reluctantly extended a tender white finger and bargained.
"Alright."
Ning Chen chuckled and placed the bowl of medicine before the little boy.
Little Gourd shut his eyes, bit his finger with an expression as though he feared pain, and squeezed a drop of blood into the bowl. He immediately withdrew his finger and put it into his mouth, afraid that even half a drop more blood might flow out.
Ning Chen smiled, reached out to pat the little boy's head, and said, "Many thanks."
"Immortal Elder, you