The Little Sword Lord probably didn't understand what he meant. He looked back, saw nothing, and could only frown as he sat down beside him, regulating his breath while supporting his injured left arm.
Cool Spiritual Power circulated, densely washing over the delicate, punctured meridians of his wound, instantly easing much of the pain.
When he had recovered somewhat and moved his stiffened body, that hand finally pulled back.
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