Li Yan carefully pulled the man out of the pile, his longsword slung at his waist.
The man's abdomen, covered by wooden armor plates, was pierced by iron filings, leaving specks on Li Yan's hand. His forehead was burning hot; if not for his strong physique, he would likely be dead already.
"A fleeting glimpse, and you're gone."
"Name: Deng Tianxiong. Status: High fever, moderate injury."
Li Yan didn't hesitate. He opened the man's clothes and placed his palm on the wound. A faint white light emanated from it.
Yellow Turban Talisman: Healing Qi
The man groaned in pain, the gruesome wound visibly writhing, releasing specks of iron filings.
Li Yan gently flicked the wound with the tip of his sword; the wound, still gruesome, opened its pores, the faint white light lingering around it.
