Returning to the Daoist Temple, Zeng Yixin hurried to boil water. Both women looked quite disheveled, and they both had wounds that needed ointment.
Wei Guangxiang and Wan Zhongming went straight to slaughter a wolf in the courtyard. Honestly, it was quite a bloody affair.
Su Yuanyuan was not afraid of these things. As a child, she often went to a pig farm her grandmother was close to, to get pig blood and such, which were given to them for free, so she often saw pigs being slaughtered. There was really nothing to fear.
After bathing, Zhan Yunzhao gave each of them a bottle of ointment.
"I made this myself. Applying it won't leave scars."
"Thank you, Daoist Zhan. Daoist, have you developed any other quick-healing ointments?"
Su Yuanyuan thought that it's inevitable for Daqing and the others to get injured on their missions. If this Daoist truly had an effective old formula for ointment, she must bring some to them.
