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Song Zhizhi asked in surprise, "You don't remember?"

Hearing this, Xie Xiuji carefully recalled everything that had happened before he lost consciousness, then shook his head. The last scene in his memory was Shen Zhi attacking Song Zhizhi. As for the sword he had thrust at Shen Zhi afterward, he had no memory of it at all.

The Medicine Peak elder glanced at Xie Xiuji. "His soul was damaged. Intermittent memory loss is perfectly normal."

Only then did Song Zhizhi nod in understanding. Pointing at a pile of ashes not far away, she explained, "Shen Zhi was over there. I already burned him to ashes with Phoenix True Fire."

With an expressionless face, the Medicine Peak elder sprinkled medicinal powder over the bone-deep wound on Xie Xiuji's chest. "Junior Sister Song is fine. Rather than worrying about her, you should worry about yourself. You nearly lost your life. This medicine hurts a little, but it works well. Bear with it."

The moment the powder touched the wound, Xie Xiuji's complexion, which had just regained a little color, instantly turned deathly pale again. The Medicine Peak elder showed not the slightest sympathy as he continued rubbing salt into his wound—oh, no, applying medicine.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Seeing Xie Xiuji's reaction, Song Zhizhi gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked worriedly, "If it hurts, just say so."

"I'm... fine," Xie Xiuji forced out a smile and said, word by word, "It... doesn't... hurt... much!"

"You... don't... need... to worry!"

The Medicine Peak elder gave a derisive snort and directly poured an entire bottle of medicinal powder over the wound on Xie Xiuji's chest.

Xie Xiuji let out a muffled groan.

It had to be said that although this wound medicine was painful, its effects were excellent. After