The one who came out was a loose cultivator at the high-level True Immortal stage. Only half his body was left and a black energy was eroding away his life force. And yet, despite being on the brink of death, he revealed a smile of joy.

“How is it?” Sword Saint Windflow moved over and asked. At the same time, he flicked his hand and a medicinal pill blew up, transforming into vapour-like energy to land on the cultivator’s wounds. Thanks to the power of the medicinal pill, the black energy gradually disappeared. Although the wounds on the cultivator had yet to heal up, it was now under control.

Chen Feng could see that it was a recovery-type immortal pill, and quite a decent quality one at that. He was slightly surprised to see Sword Saint Windflow’s willingness to bring out such a medicinal pill for this.

When the cultivator saw Sword Saint Windflow appear before him, a wary look appeared on his face and he thought of backing away.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything bad to you,” Sword Saint Windflow said coolly.

But the cultivator continued to remain silent.

“How troublesome! Wait here. We’ll get back to you once your wounds have healed up.” Sword Saint Windflow shook his head, not asking...