On the other side of the mountain ridge of Logging Village, there were two wooden houses.
A small courtyard was fenced in with wooden barriers at the front.
In the courtyard, there was an old woman and a girl dressed in camouflage.
Lin Tian approached the entrance of the small courtyard and stood looking inside.
In the yard, the old woman laid the girl flat on the ground, which was covered with dry grass, and chewed some intensely fragrant and pungent Chinese herbal medicine.
Then, with a dry hand, she wiped near her mouth and applied the chewed-up medicine to a wound on the girl's right shoulder.
The girl was unconscious.
As the herbal medicine was applied to the wound, a look of pain faintly appeared between her delicate brows.
"Little fellow, who are you looking for?" the old woman asked Lin Tian, her voice somewhat aged, without lifting her head.
No cultivation on her body?
No, that's wrong. She... her cultivation had been ruined!
