Inside the Mingdu Tang Sect Branch, Wu Lin and the others were settled in, each given a room. Aside from Xu Xiaoyan, the other four had attendants caring for them. Wu Lin lay on the bed while Wu Zhangkong sat in a chair beside it. A female healing Soul Master was treating Wu Lin's injuries. After finishing the infusion of Soul Power, she withdrew her martial soul and took out a jade bottle, handing it to Wu Zhangkong. "This is Trauma Medicine specially made by the Tang Sect. Apply it to the child's burns. It will hurt a little when you put it on, so have him bear with it."
"Thank you," Wu Zhangkong said gratefully. "Don't mention it." The female healing Soul Master smiled in reply before leaving the room. "Bear with it," Wu Zhangkong told Wu Lin. He poured the Trauma Medicine into his palm, spread it evenly, and applied it to the wound on Wu Lin's abdomen. Wu Lin gritted his teeth and endured it without making a sound. The pain was no more than rubbing salt into a wound, and he could still bear it. Once he had finished applying the medicine, Wu Zhangkong stood up, intending to leave. "Teacher Wu, how exactly did Yun Ze do that today? His strength is nothing a person his age should possess," Wu Lin asked weakly. He still could not understand how Yun Ze had cultivated. At six or seven years old, he was already a two-ringed Soul Grandmaster. More importantly, he actually possessed battle armor. They, Shrek Academy students, were already among the best of their peers, yet they were still far from owning a complete set of battle armor. But that six- or seven-year-old child directly possessed a complete set, and it had even emerged from inside