Jiang Lan sighed deeply, lamenting the fickleness of human nature.
He merely spoke the truth, yet how did it seem that his reputation was ruined?
Su Mo, on the other hand, carefully opened the medicine packet, pouring it bit by bit into Di Wu Jing's mouth.
Trying not to let a single bit spill.
Di Wu Jing forced himself to swallow the humiliation and consumed all the powder.
A bitter taste spread in his mouth.
Su Mo looked at the medicine packet, and instead of discarding it, he folded it neatly and slipped it into his pocket, pulling out a small porcelain bottle in the same motion.
"This is an elixir for healing injuries."
"???"
Having taken the medicine, Di Wu Jing was a bit confused:
"Then what was that earlier?"
"That was the Soul Loss Potion, don't worry about it, it won't harm you."
Su Mo poured an elixir from the porcelain bottle and stuffed it into Di Wu Jing's mouth:
"Take this one, it will truly help you heal.
