Incense was lit on the stove, with an array map overhead.
A faint fragrance lingered, and the array pattern glowed.
Without a second thought, he gulped down a bowl of medicine.
"Don't think about anything, just have a good sleep first." Ku Jue, the old monk, spoke with rare gentleness, his voice calming and soothing.
This entire process was too comforting, and Jiang Wang's consciousness began to blur.
But just before he fell asleep, he suddenly remembered something and barely lifted his left hand, showing Ku Jue the copper bell tied to his wrist: "Master..."
Ku Jue's eyes lit up immediately, grabbing the copper bell in his hand, examining it from every angle, his smile reaching his ears: "You... You're back, and even thought of bringing a gift for your master! How can I praise you enough for this!"
"As for this item..."
"I love it, love it, your master absolutely loves it!"
