"This is..."
Chu Yanli looked around, her expression confused.
The injuries of most people had already healed, their conditions surprisingly good.
Even those with severed limbs or broken arms, who still had bandages wrapped around them, wore expressions of tranquility and peace, showing no signs of unease or anxiety.
Just the day before, she had secretly come here, and it was still a scene of sorrow and despair, the people panicking, with deaths occurring almost every moment due to infections.
Yet in this brief day, such an earth-shattering change had taken place!
"Immortal Master Chen, stepping on clouds, saves those in distress with great compassion. A severed arm, can be reattached, a lame leg can run again. Spring breeze rises, sudden rain comes, washing away blood stains so joyfully..." A few children were playfully singing a strange song.
Chu Yanli's brow furrowed, "Immortal Master Chen?"
How come she had never heard of such a figure in Tiandu City?
