Emperor Jingwu's gaze gleamed, and he couldn't help but clasp his hands in a plea.
"Please, Immortal, save me!"
Emperor Jingwu was originally extremely resilient, but tormented by a malignant sore for half a month, he found it increasingly difficult to rest and eat peacefully day and night.
The fact that he hadn't collapsed at this moment was truly due to his extraordinary will.
Jingming Daoist heard the plea and exhaled gently.
Zhang Jian pondered briefly and said, "I will first help Your Majesty remove this malignant sore!"
With a wave of his hand, a stream of light interwoven into form in his grasp.
It was the Five-Formed Sheji King Tripod.
A layer of crimson light descended, instantly causing Emperor Jingwu's expression to freeze, as if he were standing in a daze.
