His prestige in the army stood at its peak; his loyalty was admirable, but could not stand in the way!

Northern Liang, Gourd Mouth Pass.

Beneath the vast heavens, banners fluttered over the boundless earth.

A figure in a distinguished Purple Python Robe stood quietly atop the watchtower.

"Lord Jia!"

Nearly twenty renowned physicians from Liangzhou hurried over in a throng and respectfully cupped their hands:

"After days of treatment, the eight hundred heroes are out of danger. Their blood and vital energy are abundant, inner qi circulates through their dantians, and the tears throughout their bodies can gradually heal."

After a brief pause, the leading Master of Qi and Huang sighed:

"Only the damage to their meridians is difficult to reverse. Their Martial Arts cultivation has stalled, and they will never advance another inch."

The physicians of all Liangzhou had already done everything they could. The meridian damage was too devastating. Even Medicine King Valley would have been helpless, let alone them.

Jia Huan's expression remained unchanged as he said with a smile:

"Thank you all for your hard work. Draw up a list of the blood-nourishing medicinal ingredients and precious ointments you used, and take it directly to Thousand-Household Commander Yan for reimbursement."

The Master of Qi and Huang knitted his brows and said solemnly:

"Lord Jia led eight hundred heroes to shore up a collapsing realm and turn back the falling heavens, saving all of Liang-Shaan. As subjects of Great Qian, we willingly contributed what little strength we had!"

Jia Huan waved a hand, allowing no argument:

"I cannot let you bankrupt yourselves. That settles it."

The renowned physicians of Liangzhou exchanged glances, then respectfully saluted and withdrew.

Whatever the world thought of Pacification Commissioner Jia.

Here in Liangzhou.

He was an unrivaled hero who had stood shoulder to shoulder with the gods in a body of flesh and blood!

Facing the fierce, cold wind, Jia Huan