This pain was like a malady attached to his bones, never healing, unpredictably erupting within him, constantly gnawing at his energy, making his thoughts somewhat sluggish.
He frowned slightly, instinctively raising his hand to press against his chest.
"Tiger?" The observant Ah Fen was the first to notice his oddness, trotting over and looking up at him with concern.
Tu Hu waved his hand, indicating he was fine, but the fatigue on his face was hard to disguise.
Ah Fen blinked her big eyes, seemingly having thought of something.
She turned around and ran off quickly, returning shortly with something tightly wrapped in large leaves.
Carefully opening the leaves, inside there was a small pottery jar sealed with mud.
"Here." Ah Fen handed over the jar, her eyes sparkling:
