We were fully aware of the critical situation, so without wasting a moment, we quickly set up a large pot in a crowded open space in the city.
Fortunately, Wang Jie and his team helped enthusiastically, and soon, a raging fire was instantly ignited at the bottom of the pot.
The jumping flames flickered with the light of hope, dispelling some of the surrounding haze.
Su Qiyuan carefully carried me to a stool and placed me there.
My second brother had difficulty moving because of his injuries and could only sit side by side with me. His face was a little pale, but there was a hint of complexity in his eyes.
Su Qiyuan and Senior Shangguan stood tall in front of the frying pan, looking alert and carefully preventing anyone from coming forward.
At this time, Sister Yanran and three maids were cooking food in the pot.
Wang Jie and his group hurried home to bring their families over, and at the same time notified other people in the city to gather here.
Soon, the aroma from the pot drifted all around.
The fragrance was rich and mellow, with a hint of spiritual energy. Many monks who were originally listless were gradually attracted by the fragrance.
They first moved their bodies slightly, and then slowly straightened their hunched backs, and a glimmer of light appeared in their cloudy eyes.
The monk sitting on the ground first crawled over here with difficulty, but under the continuous infiltration of the fragrance, he slowly stood up.
I was looking at this magical scene in front of me, my heart filled with surprise. I couldn't help but smile and said to my second brother, "Second brother, you never thought that the aroma from our pan could really heal them."
My second brother just smiled at me gently, but behind that smile, he still looked very nervous, his eyes kept scanning the surroundings, paying attention to the situation at the scene.
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