Licking his lips, Run Sheng pulled Tan Wenbin and the woman, along with the backpack, to his side and brought them back to this side of the shore.
Li Zhiyuan first walked over to Tan Wenbin and crouched down. Tan Wenbin was still unconscious, his entire body covered in pronounced veins, with several burn marks. His face, once considered dashing and unrestrained, now appeared somewhat hideous.
Li Zhiyuan lifted Tan Wenbin's eyelids and checked other details.
"Xiao Yuan, how's Binbin?"
"His body is too heavily infected with evil energy and needs to be purged. Give me the gray jar from the bag."
Run Sheng immediately took out the jar, unscrewed the lid, and handed it to the young man.
The jar contained incense ash, which could be bought at a temple. Li Zhiyuan had mixed in quite a bit of discarded craft material from Alii, which was the ancestral shrine tablet of the Qin Liu family, made from top-quality Thunder Wood.
