The two of them had just entered the fourth layer when Bran suddenly heard Qian softly say, "Lord."
"What is it?"
"Let me try going down." The girl's voice was almost inaudible.
Bran looked down and found that the divine envoy's constitution was indeed remarkable. Although she had lost her strength, her body's ability to recover was much better than the average person's. Bran saw that the wound on Qian's thigh had already stopped bleeding and had scabbed over.
He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you okay with it?"
But with the girl's insistence, Bran finally helped her down. When Qian's feet touched the ground, she winced slightly, but after swaying a little, she stood steadily. Although she moved a bit slowly, with the support of the Thunder Gun, she could barely walk on her own.
Seeing this, Qian seemed somewhat pleased. She looked up at Bran and smiled happily, "Lord!" Bran had rarely seen such an earnest smile from Qian before and couldn't help being slightly stunned.
