The medicinal soup contained some sleep-inducing herbs, so the Beastman's breathing had gradually evened out.
Wu Yue looked at Yuan Qi. "Uncle, to treat his wounds, I'm still missing a few types of herbs."
Yuan Qi nodded. "You're a witch. You know better than we do how to treat his injuries. Tell the Beastmen what herbs you need, and they can take you out to find them."
Wu Yue nodded. "The sooner, the better. His injuries are severe, and we can't afford to delay."
"I'll go with you to gather them this time."
A deep, masculine voice spoke up beside her. Wu Yue turned toward the sound and saw the tall, imposing figure of a Beastman standing before her.
A faint, crisp scent lingered in the surrounding air. It was Yuan Lang's scent.
Yuan Qi nodded. "Good. Take a few Beastmen with you. The rest will continue with the hunting mission. This is related to your future training, so you can't be careless."
The Beastmen all assented in unison.
