Pan Dehai appeared midair and delivered several hundred catties of finished medicine to Li Banfeng.
With so many medicinal herbs, how is he to boil them all?
Thoughtful as ever, Pan Dehai also brought Li Banfeng an enormous iron pot, vast enough to rival a farmhouse in area.
Wood was placed under the pot, and clean water filled it. Pan Dehai watched Li Banfeng, indicating whether he needed anything else.
He didn't speak, for fear that merely opening his mouth would infect him with Green Flower's pustules.
A Lost Soul worried about infection? But on second thought, it seemed reasonable.
Pan Dehai had flesh and blood—very special flesh and blood, enough for Li Banfeng's whole family to eat for a long time. Having flesh and blood proved he was not an ordinary Lost Soul. But where the flesh came from, Li Banfeng couldn't fathom.
Are all Local Deities flesh-and-blood souls?
After mulling it over, Li Banfeng turned to Cui Tiq. "What else do you need?"
