Outside the bronze door, the spiral staircase leads to a platform underground.
"The injury is quite severe, we need to use strong medicine, bear it." Gu Yue Ming said, holding a new emerald gourd.
"Hmm." Ning Xin nodded silently, and Gu Yue Ming uncovered the strange vine lid, aligning the gourd's mouth, then began to pray softly.
Under the faint glow, the gourds slowly melted away, like early snow dissolving.
The melted portion condensed into green mucus, dripping onto Ning Xin's wounds like sweet dew, causing his damaged limbs to slowly regenerate.
Bone spurs extended forward like a 3D printer, reconstructing the original skeletal form, followed by one meat bud after another detaching and intertwining, akin to a very special tailoring technique.
"..." Gu Pan stood beside Ning Xin, watching Gu Yue Ming with considerable surprise.
