"Jiayin, the Golden Healing Ointment is a third-grade treasure medicine. Even in the Treasure Hall, there aren't many; usually, it's used for those who've made significant contributions to the sect."
"Did you just use it on that kid?"
"That's against the rules!" Wu Tianxiong was filled with jealousy, his voice trembling slightly.
Actually, what he cared about wasn't the ointment itself, but Li Jiayin's special attention to Xu Wendong.
"What's against the rules?"
"Since the Golden Healing Ointment is in the Treasure Hall, it can be exchanged. I used my own points to exchange for it, so why not?" Li Jiayin didn't lift her head, her voice tinged with impatience.
At this moment, her mind was entirely focused on Xu Wendong's injuries, completely disregarding whatever Wu Tianxiong was saying.
Xu Wendong felt Li Jiayin's tender, boneless hand gently rubbing on his palm, a warm sensation emanating from his palm and quickly spreading throughout his body.
