Lu Xingchen shook his head and said, he had spared no effort to heal the other during these past days.
After speaking, he glanced at the roasting turkey crackling with oil, sprinkled some powder on it, tore off a drumstick, and handed it to her: "You've been gravely wounded and unconscious for such a long time. You must be hungry, right? Here."
Wang Yanjing stared at the golden, oil-dripping drumstick before her, slightly stunned.
Her ordinary pale face quickly revealed a moving smile as she said, "Thank you."
"Daoist friend, your injuries seem severe. You must have used some kind of secret technique prior to this, am I correct?"
Lu Xingchen tore off another drumstick for himself and casually asked.
Though he wasn't young, he had never ventured far from home and remained curious about many things in the cultivation world.
During the healing process, he had noticed that the other person was no ordinary individual.
