Wahid looked at Aditya for a few moments. He did not doubt his nephew. Even though speaking was still difficult for him, his eyes showed complete trust. Then, with a slow but clear voice, Wahid gave his answer.
"Do… it."
Under the shocked gaze of everyone, Aditya gathered 500 drops of his divine Dragon blood from his storage ring. If 25 drops of Divine blood could certainly repair Wahid's injuries, then what about 500 drops? Aditya wanted to check.
The first drop of Divine Blood slowly fell onto Wahid's forehead. Before the golden drop could even roll down his skin, his body began absorbing it. The moment the Divine Blood touched his forehead, a gentle glow slowly spread across his entire body.
