The term "Silver Lotus Healing Ointment" evoked memories in Wang Shuheng.
"A grandmaster-level weapon of the Spiritual Department, you did it, Shuheng, you succeeded!"
"I told you, I would not fail!"
The young Wang Shuheng, full of spirit, embraced a woman excitedly.
...
"Your lungs, kidneys, and liver are severely damaged, more than half of your meridians are broken, ..."
"As of now... it's very unlikely to fully recover, and even if it does heal..."
Wang Shuheng shook violently as if struck by a bolt from the blue sky; these words not only sentenced his martial arts career to death but also drew a close to his career as an Inscription Master.
After a long silence, he unwillingly asked.
"Is there no possibility at all?"
"Theoretically, there is."
"If you can find the Third-Turned Snow Silkworm, the essence blood of a Two-headed Flood Dragon, and the Silver Lotus Healing Ointment..."
