Within the dense fog, everything was hazy and indistinct-
It was like looking at things through layer upon layer of gauze curtains.
Apart from the magnificent, blazing Six-Dragon Treasure Cauldron, everything wore a blurred, misty aspect.
Hearing the voice seemingly behind him, Chen Heng was about to turn his head when a hand hastily pressed down on his shoulder, and its owner urgently stopped him.
"Easy, easy! It took no small effort to piece your body back together, brother! If something goes wrong when you move, wouldn't all my efforts go to waste?"
The man gave a wry laugh.
"However extraordinary your Primordial Beginning True Origin and bodily cultivation might be, it hasn't even been a day since you escaped death! The True Lord specifically instructed me to heal your injuries completely, especially without leaving any minute, hidden wounds that might escape notice and damage your Dao Foundation over time!
"Fortunately, a strand of the True Lord's Sword Qi remains lodged in your mind and extends into your Qi Sea, taking your place in absorbing qi and refining your body.
"Otherwise, however accomplished I might claim to be in alchemy, I'm afraid I couldn't have nursed you back to life.
"But speaking of that, since I began following the True Lord, this is the first time I've seen him take such pains over an outsider. If your identity weren't wrong, I'd suspect you were a member of the Mishan Qiao Clan yourself..."
After the man had rambled on to himself for a while,
Chen Heng suddenly heard his voice stop, followed by the sound of rummaging through chests and cupboards.
He narrowed his eyes and looked closely.
He could vaguely make out a stout Daoist with a simple, honest face, hurrying excitedly over with a ginseng root as thick as