"Sister Zhen, this place should be safe. Take this elixir and heal your wounds first!"
Chang'sheng worried that Yan Zhen's injuries would leave lasting damage, so he immediately took out a Divine Healing Pill from his robe.
This pill has incredibly powerful restorative effects; it surely would have a tremendous effect on Yan Zhen's wounds.
However, when Yan Zhen saw the Holy Pill in Chang'sheng's hand, she couldn't help but be surprised.
"This… is a Holy Pill? Something so precious—you need it more than I do!"
Yan Zhen declined, knowing that a Holy Pill wasn't just any regular elixir and was extremely hard to find.
Chang'sheng was at a crucial point in his cultivation—how could she take it for herself?
For Chang'sheng, this pill was certainly of utmost importance.
"I refined nine in total. Go ahead and take it without worry!"
Chang'sheng smiled as he spoke, then reached into his storage bag and took out the remaining five Divine Healing Pills.
