In a hidden cave miles away, Ling Qiumei finished chewing one of the sweet-smelling tablets that 'Senior Ghost' had given her.
She watched in utter disbelief as the deep gash on her arm, which should have taken weeks of careful meditation and herbal poultices to heal, was already closing, leaving behind only a faint, pink line. The pain was completely gone.
However, it wasn't just the healing effects that astounded her. It was also the fruity taste. In a world where medicine was a bitter, grueling affair, this was a sweet, pleasant miracle.
She couldn't help but tightly hold the packet of fruity tablets and tucked it deep in her robe. It was more precious than any pills she had taken before.
Her gaze then fell upon the other gift, the pristine longsword. She slowly unwrapped the simple cloth it came in, and a soft, clear light seemed to emanate from the blade, pushing back the gloom of the cave.
