Yue Xing'er turned around slowly to look at the man lying on the bed. His body was covered in blood, and many parts of his modern clothing on Earth were torn. From the looks of it, he must have been torn apart by a huge force from inside out.
The person lying on the bed was none other than Han Feng, who had taken the Nine Fragrances Collecting in the Yuan Powder rashly and had nearly exploded by his powerful vital qi. The sloppy man was naturally the beggar who had saved him.
Yue Xing'er knew that it was no longer up to her to decide. Her only choice was to do as the sloppy man wished. She slowly stepped forward and placed her hand on Han Feng's wrist, sending a beam of yuan qi into Han Feng's body. Very quickly, she frowned.
"Although I really want to help senior save this little broth
