Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, three days have passed.
During these three days, Cailian had been feeding Zhao Letian with nourishing herbal soups, gradually replenishing the Essence Blood he had lost in his body. Although he was still far from fully recovered, he could finally speak.
"Your complexion looks much better today, it seems that the herbal soup I brewed is quite effective."
In the morning, Cailian brought in another bowl of herbal soup and smiled as she checked on Zhao Letian's condition.
As a healer, seeing her patient gradually recovering gave her a sense of achievement.
"Thank you, Miss, for your careful care during this period. I am deeply grateful, but I wonder if you could help me release the restraints on me? Rest assured, I am not a villain with ill intentions. If you don't believe me, I am willing to make a Heavenly Dao Oath."
Just as Cailian was about to help Zhao Letian sit up and feed him the soup, Zhao Letian suddenly spoke.
