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The effects of the Lian Zi were powerful, but their quantity was always limited. Sooner or later, there would come a day when they would be exhausted. Moreover, he intended to reserve some for the Ning Shen Realm, where such natural materials were hard to come by. Therefore, up until now, he had tried his best to restrain himself from consuming Chi Jing unless absolutely necessary. It pained him to think that he had to take Lian Zi again so soon for healing; last time he had used four pieces just to recover, and this time it would require even more since there was still someone lying on the bed. Looking at the pale face of Bai De, he couldn't bear to ignore it.
Just as he was about to take out the Lian Zi, he suddenly remembered the Lotus Leaf from the Shuang Sheng Lian that he had forgotten. According to the records, the entire plant of Shuang Sheng Lian could be used for medicinal purposes. Although the efficacy of this Lotus Leaf might not match that of the Lian Zi, it was worth a try. As for swallowing it directly, that was something a gourmet like him could never accept. Thus, he thought of making porridge. The pot for cooking porridge was something he had refined himself. As he became more adept in the forest, simple roasted meat no longer satisfied his culinary desires. So he had crafted this pot in the shape of Old Lu's cauldron; however, while Old Lu's was square, his turned out round and much smaller—not because he didn't want it square, but simply because he had failed. Nevertheless, after refining it, he felt that a round pot was better; it resembled a proper cooking pot.
An hour later, the porridge began to emit a fragrant aroma of lotus leaves, and the roasted meat started to smell delicious as well.
"Cough cough cough..." The girl woke up. Upon seeing the wild man by the fire pit, she immediately grabbed her sword and pointed it at Mo Wen, who also noticed her awakening and was preparing to stand up.
"Who are you?!" The girl attempted to rise but was too weak and could only manage to sit up with difficulty.
"..." Mo Wen was half-standing with a piece of roasted meat in one hand. Faced with the sword pointed at him, he momentarily didn't know how to respond. However, he quickly regained his composure and sat back down to continue roasting his meat.
"The one who saved you," Mo Wen replied somewhat irritably. After all his risks to save her, she woke up and immediately pointed a sword at him. But soon enough, he understood; it was a normal reaction. If roles were reversed, he would likely do the same—especially since she was just a girl.
"Saved me? Then tell me how you saved me." The girl relaxed her guard slightly but still kept her sword aimed at Mo Wen. She looked at this boy who seemed about her age but dressed strangely like a wild man; surely his realm wasn't higher than hers—how could he have saved her?
"Put down your sword first. Even if you don't believe I saved you, at least you're fine now, which shows I mean you no harm. Isn't it inappropriate to point your sword at me like this?"
"Oh! My apologies! I was just nervous... that's why..." The girl realized her sword was still aimed at him and felt embarrassed; her previously pale face turned pink.
"It's only natural," Mo Wen said. "I happened to pass by here and found you behind a rock; you were already unconscious at that time..." He briefly recounted how he saved her during the night but refrained from mentioning that he had fought a Chimera to rescue her—no one would believe such a tale anyway.
"It seems I have wronged you, young sir. Please do not hold it against me," she said after hearing Mo Wen's account, her face reddening even more as she attempted to rise and offer her apologies.
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