When Xiao Ning'er flew down beside Shen Fei, the Wind-Thunder Wings behind her had not yet fully folded away. Tiny sparks of lightning crackled twice along their edges before dissipating completely.
She crouched and swiftly scanned his entire body. His right arm had suffered the worst burns. From his elbow to his shoulder, large sections of his clothing had burned through, exposing dark red skin fringed with a dense layer of tiny blisters.
Below his left ribs was a bruise left by the shock waves of Spiritual Power. Even through his clothing, she could tell it had already turned purple. A thin streak of blood also marked the side of his cheek, where flying rubble had cut him earlier.
He lay on the ground with his eyes closed. His breathing was shallow but fairly even, and the rise and fall of his chest remained steady, suggesting that at least his internal organs had escaped injury.
She checked his breathing, then pressed her fingertips against the side of his neck to feel his pulse. It was a little faster than usual, but still within the normal range.
Relieved, she withdrew her hand and took a small porcelain bottle from her Space Ring. She pulled out the stopper and poured a few pale yellow pellets of burn salve into her palm.
The salve carried a faint herbal scent. It was the Winged Dragon Family's own formula, remarkably effective against injuries caused by flames and scorching heat. It worked quickly and left no scars.
She dipped a finger into the salve and spread it over the burns on his right arm, layer by layer.
When the salve touched his skin, Shen Fei's brow twitched ever so slightly, but he did not wake. After treating his right arm, she checked the bruise beneath his