Bao Jiang was said to have white hair but a youthful face, but the severe injuries he had sustained made him look no different from an unkempt old man. 0

Seeing Bao Jiang’s shallow breathing, Zu An quickly took out a spirit medicine and fed it to him. It was a pity he had depleted his Feather Mountain Spring Water, and he didn’t know if the pills he had concocted in the future would work on a deity. 0

After swallowing the spirit medicine, Bao Jiang’s face regained some redness. His eyelids fluttered, and he weakly opened his eyes. “Did I just eat an immortal…”0

Upon seeing Zu An’s group, he quickly stopped mid-sentence and asked, “You are?”0

“Elder, we visited Treasure Origin...0