"Ye Xuan, the demon, dares to come to the Yuwen family."
The middle-aged man with one blind eye was taken aback, confusion crossing his face as he exclaimed in shock, "How is it possible that this demon isn't injured? Even several invincible experts from the Kongtong Sect and Taihua Mountain joined forces to kill him, yet he hasn't sustained a single wound! This is simply impossible."
"Ha ha, I owe it all to your Yuwen family's herbs."
Ye Xuan chuckled lightly a few times, his face ruddy, even flushed, as terrifying forces surged unceasingly within him.
The bones previously shattered by Yuwen Tuofang were healing at an astonishing speed.
Ye Xuan's deathly pale face gradually began to look more vibrant.
All of this was thanks to the precious herbs of the Yuwen family.
"What?"
The middle-aged man with one blind eye's expression changed drastically, and he gazed coldly at Yuwen Tuofang, questioning, "Ancestor Yuwen, the herbs in the warehouse..."
