Warmth bloomed in his abdomen and spread rapidly through his limbs and bones. The relief was immediate and total.

Most notably, the wound on his chest visibly eased under the nourishment of that warm current, the pain fading within moments.

"Senior Sister, what kind of medicine is this? It works so well…" Li Fan asked without thinking.

At the same time, fragments of memory began rising to the surface.

He and Senior Sister Zhao were both from Changfeng Village in the Great Green Mountains, companions since childhood, as far back as either of them could remember.

Half a year ago, a band of brigands descended on the village. Nearly all the villagers were slaughtered. Only he and Senior Sister Zhao survived, spared by chance because they had been playing outside together at the time.

When they saw the flames and came running back in panic, they ran straight into...