With the pills ready, Lu Chang'sheng delivered them to Xiao Feng's hands. Xiao Feng hadn't expected Lu Chang'sheng to refine the Purifying Pill so quickly, and his face was full of surprise.
"This time, I truly owe you a debt, Fellow Daoist Lu."
Over the course of a month, Elder He's injuries had already deteriorated to a critical point. Fortunately, when they had previously discussed treatment strategies, they had anticipated this, so they used some Healing Elixirs as a backup, preventing the injuries from becoming irreparable.
Of course, if another ten days or half a month went by and the Purifying Pill still didn't work, things would become quite dire.
So Elder He still felt some gratitude toward Lu Chang'sheng.
"No need for courtesy. We are all members of the White Cloud Pavilion—naturally, we should look out for one another."
Lu Chang'sheng's words made everyone present feel at ease, especially Elders He, Guo, and Li.
