"Fellow Daoist Lu, you've arrived?" Xiao Feng and the others greeted him.
Lu Chang'sheng nodded and stepped to the side.
In alchemy, there is little distinction from the healing arts. An elder skilled enough to become a senior grade-B Alchemist would, of course, easily be capable of treating injuries.
The reason they had Lu Chang'sheng come was, on one hand, that he had just become an elder of White Cloud Pavilion. Even if the news was not made public, they still needed to show proper respect internally to avoid making Lu Chang'sheng overthink things.
On the other hand, Elder He's injuries were somewhat tricky; one more person meant a bit more assurance.
The group then circled Elder He, examining his wounds and devising responses together.
Elder He himself understood the nature of such procedures, so he felt no embarrassment.
Instead, during their analysis, Lu Chang'sheng occasionally offered remarks which brought new insights to the others, surprising Elder He profoundly.
