After drinking a bowl of medicinal soup, Liu Gao felt much better. He slowly got up and walked a few steps inside the tent. Despite feeling somewhat dizzy and weak, he could now stand up, which made him so happy that his eyes turned red. He couldn't help but think of the young man from that night, not the Immortal.
Only an Immortal would be so kind and generous. Thinking about the medicine and food he received these past few days, Liu Gao's eyes grew even warmer.
Whether that person is an Immortal is not important to Liu Gao; knowing he is their benefactor is enough.
If it weren't for that person, he might not have survived that night, not to mention so many of his siblings being able to live. Liu Gao really dared not think about it.
"Brother Liu Gao, why are you up?" asked Doggy, who had just returned the medicine bowl and saw Brother Liu Gao behind him.
