With a thought from Chen Changming, a stream of silver water brimming with vigorous life essence flew from his fingertips and landed precisely on the Emerald Feather Wind Owl's head.
He had cast the Sweet Dew Art.
Though he could guess that this was merely a flying Beast casually contracted by his demonic path avatar, the little fellow had overcome countless hardships along the way and ultimately delivered the Ten Thousand Poison Iceheart Grass into his hands. This labor of theirs moved Chen Changming deeply.
The silver stream seeped into the Emerald Feather Wind Owl's body, its gentle power flowing through its meridians and mending every wound.
The owl immediately let out a comfortable moan. Its eyes narrowed to slits, and all its feathers puffed open slightly, as though it were bathing beneath warm sunlight.
"Is this... a healing divine ability?"
The Emerald Feather Wind Owl was greatly astonished.
It could feel its injuries rapidly healing. Every wound was scabbing over and shedding, an itchy sensation came from the roots of its broken feathers, and its vitality, energy, and spirit were swiftly recovering.
It was all too miraculous. Having lived in Night Nether Mountain for so many years, it had never seen such a wondrous healing method.
"Divine Physician Ning, this little bird came all the way here. What interesting treasure did it bring you?"
A Vermilion Bird Guard beside him asked with a half-joking smile.
"Just a spiritual herb."
Chen Changming smiled without betraying anything, his tone casual.
He could tell that many people were extremely curious about the Storage Ring the Emerald Feather Wind Owl had spat out. Every gaze held an air of probing scrutiny.
So he had no intention of hiding it and simply said so outright.
With his current status, even if he revealed it,