In the wrecked bedroom, Wings of the Wind God slumped by the window as the Wood Demon, Medical Forest Sacred Hand, sprayed medicine on him and bandaged his wounds. The other members stood by outside the building and downstairs.
"Your heart wound was fatal, but treatment came in time, so it's fully healed. The other wounds are deep but not life-threatening. With my medicine, they'll heal within three days. Of course, if you have a Saint-quality healing item, then forget I said anything." The arrogant Siren still spoke in an infuriating tone even before a Level Six deacon. "For the next few days, you'll be weak from blood loss. Healing items can't fix that. I'll prescribe something to replenish your body and give you a twenty-percent discount. I can't go any lower."
"Thanks." Wings of the Wind God nodded and turned his gaze to Zhang Yuanqing. "You are?"
"H-he's a new member of Group Six," Medical Forest Sacred Hand stammered, her gaze toward Zhang Yuanqing somewhat complicated.
He was an expert!
Judge Cao had actually picked up a Saint-stage Scout. Judging by the sheer force of the attack that had so easily cut through the restriction, he was clearly stronger than Deacon Yellow Wind Monster.
"A new member of Group Six?" Wings of the Wind God froze. "The Scout who deduced that the Night Wanderer was looking for a target and obscuring everyone's vision? No wonder."
A look of realization dawned on him. "No wonder you could see through the truth at a glance. You're a Swordsman."
Zhang Yuanqing kept a cold expression, maintaining the seriousness and proper demeanor expected of a Scout. "Don't try to ambush the Star Official. That would be incredibly foolish. You know nothing about him, while he knows everything about you."
After saying that, he