Wu Mu looked up at Huo Hai and asked hesitantly, "If the injury isn't too serious, wouldn't it be enough to recuperate slowly on your own? Brother, is your injury really that severe, or are you pressed for time?" Wu Mu's brows drew together slightly.
Huo Hai was somewhat surprised by Wu Mu's words. "My injury isn't very serious. I originally only needed a few months to recover, but I really am pressed for time right now." A few months meant nothing to a Spirit Emperor expert, but to Huo Hai, it was rather too long.
At this, Wu Mu's frown deepened. "If you don't truly have urgent business, it would be better to nurse yourself back to health. I do know of a Spirit Medicine that can repair a Spirit Emperor's Spirit Veins, but our tribe doesn't have any. That place is very dangerous; even Spirit Emperors do not venture there lightly." Huo Hai did not care about that. At Wu Mu's words, a flicker of excitement crossed his face.
"Does such a Spirit Medicine really exist? Can you tell me where it is? In return, I have many things on me that you need." Huo Hai began to admire himself for always stuffing all kinds of miscellaneous items into his Inner Space.
Not to mention salt and all manner of Spirit Medicine that could serve as seasoning—even seasonings he had made himself, Huo Hai had quite a bit of all of them. What depressed him, however, was that the seasonings he had made were becoming less and less useful.
As his strength rose, Huo Hai gradually encountered higher-grade Spirit Medicine that could be used as seasoning. When added to food, these Spirit Medicines produced effects far beyond the condiments from his previous life, all with the purest flavors.