"To be honest, Fellow Daoist, my younger sister suffered severe injuries during an expedition years ago. I came out this time to find spiritual treasures that might help suppress her wounds," Jiang Feiyun said with a sigh.
"Oh? You are seeking spiritual treasures to suppress her injuries? Who injured Miss Jiang, and what spiritual treasure could heal her?" Su Shi'er immediately asked in quick succession.
His expression remained calm and unruffled, but worry welled up in his heart despite himself.
Though he had long guessed as much, hearing that Jiang Feixue had truly met with trouble still made it difficult for him to remain composed.
Memories from long ago came rushing toward him in wave after wave at that moment.
In those memories, that playful, innocent, kind, and lovable figure had not faded in the slightest. Instead, she became all the clearer.
"Well..."
Jiang Feiyun frowned faintly, hesitation immediately appearing on his face.
Although Daoist Tianshan's expression was calm, his repeated questions themselves revealed excessive concern.
Thinking of the man's relationship with Su Shi'er, as well as the friendship Su Shi'er had once shared with his younger sister Jiang Feixue,
he could understand it.
It was just that his younger sister's condition, compared to his own earlier state, might not necessarily have been more severe, but it was far more troublesome.
And the item needed to suppress her injuries left him unsure how to even bring it up.
Seeing Jiang Feiyun's difficulty, Su Shi'er's eyes flickered, and his gaze shifted to Wei Di beside them.
He did not speak, yet his meaning was obvious without words.
"Actually, I do not know much about Fellow Daoist Jiang's younger sister's condition either. I only know that true dragon essence blood from the Dragon Clan is needed to find a way to suppress