Ji Nuan had not noticed the Python Priest’s expression, as she was still hesitating about whether or not to use her magical ointnt to treat Mang Gu’s injuries.
Mang Gu’s injuries were clearly internal, and without good ointnt, it was very possible that there would be lasting effects.
But just because she hadn’t noticed didn’t an Xiu Yan hadn’t. Seeing the wavering look in the Python Priest’s eyes, a shadow of darkness erged in Xiu Yan’s pupils.
He glanced down at Ji Nuan, who was still frowning and pursing her tiny face.
This little one was really good at finding herself rivals. It wasn’t long since she arrived in the Nia Forest, first there was Jingluo, and now a Mang Gu.
His deep eyes narrowed, a trace of heat flashing across them. He would settle the score with her later.
Ji Nuan did not struggle for too long; after all, lives were more important than ointnt.
She took a palm-sized wooden box out of her bag, her face twitching with pain at the thought.
Handing the wooden box to the Python Priest, she said, "This ointnt I made contains Beast God Fruit and so very precious herbs. Use it sparingly."
The Python Priest, about to take it, trembled with his dry hands, nearly dropping the precious little box: "Beast... Beast God Fruit?"
Ji Nuan painfully nodded: "Mhm."
A single Beast God Fruit was only used to make a barrel of ointnt, stored in such small boxes, with dedicated orcs to preserve and guard them.
The Python Priest imdiately felt that the ointnt in his hand was heavier than the reefs in the sea.
Although everyone likes good things, sothing as precious as the Beast God Fruit cannot be accepted casually, even if it’s just ointnt made from it.
"This... Orcs have thick skin, let this youngster rest for a few days and he’ll be fine. It’s better not to waste such precious ointnt on this youngster."
To the two priests’ eyes, since there wasn’t even blood, the injury couldn’t be that serious. There was no need for such precious ointnt, they couldn’t afford to owe the Watson Tribe such a large favor because of it.
Seeing him say this, Ji Nuan knew he obviously hadn’t realized how serious Mang Gu’s injuries were.
Her expression beca grave: "Not serious?"
With that said, she walked over to Mang Gu’s side, taking a torch from one of the tribesn, and approached the injured area.
"Although his wound is not bleeding, compared to Jingluo, it is much more serious. Have you not noticed that the injury is internal?"
As soon as Ji Nuan finished speaking, the faces of the two priests changed instantly, and the Python Priest’s face turned pale.
Even though they were confident in their own Healing Techniques, they had also seen Ji Nuan’s, and would not think she was joking about this.
They quickly rushed to Mang Gu’s side, without caring about exposure anymore, pulling down Mang Gu’s Beast Skin robe.
Poor Mang Gu, who was exposed while still in his sleep.
Ji Nuan hadn’t expected the Python Priest to be so direct and just pull down the trousers.
She quickly turned her head away.
Next to her, Xiu Yan’s handso face turned utterly dark. If he were put in the sea at that mont, he might just blend right in.
He hurried over, pulling the little female up, his body emitting the sharpness of cold little knives, whooshing towards the Python Priest squatting by Mang Gu’s side.
However, the Python Priest was entirely focused on Mang Gu’s injuries. With the illumination of the torch, looking at Mang Gu’s injuries, the faces of the priests turned grim.
"It’s actually this serious."
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