C1193 Earth Spirit Resentment

Streaks of gentle light, flew from Gu Xuan's hand, to Yue Sanren's empty right shoulder.

This light had a bit of green in it, and it gave off a vigorous life force.

A few medicinal pellets turned into mist in Gu Xuan's hand, and with a flash of light, they similarly sunk into Yue Sanren's wound.

Yue Sanren raised his head and looked to the sky as if he was recalling something.

"A long