"I think the Sword Sect is pretty good," Zhang Xiu said with a smile. "If I hadn't happened to meet a senior from the Sword Sect, how would you have gotten the chance to recover?"
"Hm?"
What did he mean?
"Did you meet that ancient cultivator who came out of seclusion?"
"Yes! And that senior really approved of how you risked your own safety to save someone that day, so he decided to give you a hand."
A pill appeared in Zhang Xiu's hand. It was crystal clear all over, like the finest jade.
"This is it. Hurry up and take it."
Old Jiang was speechless. His injuries were extremely severe; how could just any pill possibly heal him?
Could that ancient cultivator who came out of seclusion actually be an elder of the Sword Sect's Alchemy Hall?
And even if he was an elder of the Alchemy Hall, he wouldn't give away a pill like that for this reason.
Sigh~
The kid had excellent talent and a high cultivation level, but he hadn't experienced much yet. He was still a little green.
"Fine, fine, fine! Then thank that senior for me."
Old Jiang had come to terms with it. He was already a dying man, and sooner or later he'd be dead anyway. He might as well take the pill, put the kid completely at ease, and let him go to the Dragon-Elephant Heaven-Supporting Sect without a worry.
Then he opened his mouth and let Zhang Xiu feed him the pill.
The pill slid down his throat, immediately dissolving into a sweet liquid that flowed down his gullet. But soon, he felt as if a ball of fire had risen inside his abdomen.
Boom!
His dormant, withered blood and qi seemed to catch fire in that instant. The flames