Yao Xuan raised a hand and took three round, lustrous white pills from his Storage Ring, slowly placing them in Qing Lin's palm.
"These are three Clear-Healing Pills. They are specially made to mend external flesh wounds and nourish a weakened body. Take them in batches, and your injuries will soon heal."
Holding the warm pills, Qing Lin's clear eyes instantly lit up with tiny specks of light. She nervously clenched her little hands.
She raised her head to look at Yao Xuan cautiously, her voice soft and timid.
"Are... are these for Qing Lin? But... Qing Lin hasn't done anything yet."
In Qing Lin's humble understanding, no one had ever been kind to her for no reason.
Yao Xuan gently rubbed her dry, messy yellow hair, his tone calm and gentle.
"Just accept them. You needn't do anything. Follow me from now on, and no one will casually hurt you again."
Upon hearing this, Qing Lin nodded hard and carefully put away the pills as though protecting priceless treasures.
She obediently followed at Yao Xuan's side, never more than a step away.
Yao Xuan said no more and gazed into the depths of the vast desert.
At the edge of his vision, yellow sand churned while the air currents raged in disorder. Layer upon layer of sandy cyclones could faintly be seen—the very region where desert storms were most active.
Yao Xuan stepped forward and steadily headed deeper into the desert, with Qing Lin closely following behind him.
Yao Xuan could have used Battle Qi Wing Transformation to travel faster, but he needed to look after Qing Lin, so he chose to proceed on foot.
After walking for roughly half an hour, Qing Lin, who had been silently following him, finally could not suppress her curiosity. She looked up