"It's said to be immediate," he mused, "but clearly that's not something to be rushed. At this moment, Zhao Changhe himself was weak in soul power, likely not even having the strength to control Wuzhui in flight. He must rest a bit before anything else, and moreover, there was still the need to lay out successive prescriptions for Wan Tianxiong's life-saving medication."
Wan Dongliu then busied himself with arranging a meal for everyone. It wasn't lavish—just a simple meal in the hall during which they discussed the general recent events.
