Biya's expression was complex, but he didn't resist Sang Luo's approach.
Sang Luo wasted no time and focused intently on healing him.
Only the sound of wind whistling through the Secluded Valley Bottom remained. The two of them didn't say another word. Compared to their last confrontation, when they had been at daggers drawn, this was much more peaceful.
Biya's right arm had been blown to smithereens; shattered bone and mangled flesh were clearly visible. Fortunately, flesh wounds were simple for Sang Luo to repair now. The more troublesome injury was the wound on his abdomen.
This wound had not only pierced straight through his abdomen but was also infused with a deep-seated poison that prevented it from closing. She could only use her Purification Talent and Healing Talent to treat him slowly.
Sang Luo knelt beside the man, leaning forward slightly. Her collar was rather loose, and from certain angles, it offered a revealing glimpse of skin.
