"What is it?" Linghu Xinglang urged his horse closer, calling to the young monk, Wugou, inside the carriage, "Do you want to try it too?"
Wugou’s injuries had healed, and color had returned to his face, but the moment he saw Linghu Xinglang, the light in his eyes instantly dimmed.
He said nothing, simply lowering the carriage curtain to retreat back inside.
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