Wan Mingchuan's heart surged with emotion as he listened, recalling the image of the Ice-winged Eagle, capable of flying and shooting Ice Arrows, as a "weak" creature that "had never produced a strong individual," according to Brother Long. How powerful must the Brother Long subdued by his master be?
This comparison made his master seem even more formidable!
"You two, come help," Jiang Yuan called out, unaware of what reverie his disciple was indulging in. Holding Yun Mo's massive head, he intended to administer more medicine.
Bai Yunqi lazily remained still, while Wan Mingchuan trotted over to help administer medicine and feed water, applying Hemostatic Powder to the bloody holes left by the removed Feathered Arrows.
In a hazy state, Yun Mo felt intense pain and heat in his body, which later turned to cold and pain once again. After what felt like a long time, he finally felt as though he had come back to life, mustering all his strength to open his eyes.
