Li Zhao nodded lightly. She raised the magic wand in her hand high, and accompanied by a melodious and enchanting song, a pillar of light descended from the sky. Inside the light, you discovered your stamina had instantly recovered significantly, and the wounds torn open by the gray wolves gradually healed. Within seconds, even the scars were gone.
"It's done."
Li Zhao said calmly. She always seemed like this, quietly standing there, as if she were a fairy untouchable by even the slightest worldly dust, making others hesitant to approach, and never daring to evoke even a trace of disrespect.
Yet, the way she looked at you was a bit gentler, though this gentleness was something ordinary people couldn't perceive.
Only those who truly achieve heart-to-heart understanding could feel it.
"Thank you."
You slowly stood up and used your clothes to wipe the blood off your dagger. At that moment, the clouds parted, and a single ray of sunlight shot downward, just landing on the blade.
