The atmosphere in the hall grew tense.
Yu Hailong felt somewhat awkward, but he knew that Junior Brother Chen would certainly have a way to resolve this.
So he said nothing.
Jin Nanwu frowned slightly, unable to make sense of Yu Hailong's junior brother's intentions.
If he had no miraculous pills, why had he agreed to the Jin Family's request?
He did not believe anyone in this world could be so foolish.
Jin Zi'an was slightly annoyed. He took a deep breath and stared at Chen Changming. "Fellow Daoist Chen, what do you mean by that?"
"I indeed have no miraculous pills, but I can still heal the Jin Family clansman's injuries."
Chen Changming spoke calmly.
Jin Zi'an narrowed his eyes slightly.
This mere fourth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator remained perfectly composed in the Jin Family hall, where experts had gathered, without the slightest trace of panic. What trump card did he have up his sleeve?
"Please."
Jin Zi'an did not waste words, gesturing with one hand.
Chen Changming slowly walked to the stretcher and began to cast the Sweet Dew Art.
A stream of green light, murmuring like a brook, quietly flowed from the arm Chen Changming had condensed from spiritual power and fell upon the young man.
The young man's once pallid face swiftly regained its color, and his breathing became much stronger as well.
"This..."
Jin Nanwu lost his composure at once and abruptly rose to his feet.
What kind of Divine Ability was this?
It could actually heal someone so gravely injured!
He sensed the green light and felt only a vigorous, flourishing aura of life within it.
Jin Zi'an was dumbfounded.
He was even more shocked than Jin Nanwu.
All the Jin Family elders in the hall also stared wide-eyed, unable to utter a word.
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