Yang Chen sighed slightly, walked over to the woman, and took out an elixir: "Take this elixir. It can save your husband's life. With proper care, he should be able to recover completely."
He wasn't overwhelmed with compassion; he merely lent a helping hand. After all, he didn't quite appreciate Jiang Beisheng's recent actions.
When the woman saw the elixir, her body trembled in surprise. "This is a Snow Spirit Pill, which has an incredible healing effect. Senior, on behalf of my husband, I am eternally grateful for your kindness."
Yang Chen couldn't help but smile. How could he be considered her senior?
However, in the Twelve States, strength was what mattered, and now that he had reached the Enlightenment Stage, he had to get used to being called a senior.
"No need to thank me. Take the elixir and hurry to leave with your husband," Yang Chen waved his hand, "Leave this place of trouble."