Fairy, shut up! I'm really not blondie.

That's truly impressive.

And it's unclear when it started.

Uzma's expression became much more serious.

"Do not."

"No."

"The miasma wasn't this bad before!"

Su Qing narrowed her eyes.

He said slowly.

"ASAP."

Just a few moments later.

The group arrived at the Youchi tribe.

They were completely different from the Mingguang tribe.

This tribe was situated in a low-lying river valley.

It's clearly morning.

It was just as the sun was rising.

But the sunlight couldn't reach it at all.

There was a chilly feeling all around.

The buildings are also separated from the ground by trees, creating an architectural style similar to stilt houses.

And what catches the eye.

Miasma permeated the air.

There was not a sound from the entire tribe!

Su Qing immediately noticed the ground and the doorway.

Several people were lying on the ground.

Life and death do not know!

Uzma's face darkened completely.

They hurriedly returned to their tribe.

Just as I was about to do something.

suddenly.

My shoulder was patted.

I turned around.

The boy glanced at her calmly and spoke slowly.

"Don't worry."

"The breath of life is still there."

talking.

The boy slowly raised his wrist.

An invisible barrier was erected on the spot.

Little by little.

"Shhhh-"

Uzma clearly felt a gust of wind pass by.

The wind was fresh and bright.

It was a feeling that Uzma, who was born into the Youchi tribe, had never experienced before.

Followed by.

The faint wind grew stronger.

It swept across the entire valley in an instant!

All the miasma was forced out of the valley.

A transparent barrier solidified around the valley, creating an absolutely safe zone for the entire Youchi tribe.

Being in it.

Uzma couldn't help but take a deep breath.

still exists.

That fresh and bright feeling.

It is so captivating and unforgettable.

In a short time.

She could hardly believe that this was her own tribe.

The tall, elegant woman in front of him looked at Su Qing with even more admiration in her eyes.

If we say...

Previously, she had only relied on her own judgment.

At that moment.

The boy's behavior completely confirmed his identity as a "savior".

He will bring flowing wind and hope for survival to the secluded pool!

Su Qing gave the instructions.

"Go and check on the situation of the tribe members."

"Ah, yes!"

The priestess quickly realized what was happening.

The high priest also joined in.

A short while later.

All the tribal members were gathered in the central, spacious square.

The priestess conducted a thorough examination.

His brow was furrowed tightly.

Why would that be?

"They were all affected by that peculiar miasma."

"But the miasma just now was definitely not..."

Faced with this situation.

Even the shaman who had always appeared calm and composed in the Mingguang tribe couldn't help but panic a little.

Subconsciously.

She could only look at the boy not far away.

She herself didn't realize it.

It had only been half a day since they first met.

They had already developed a sense of dependence on the boy.

But her sense of responsibility as a priestess compelled her to maintain a basic level of composure.

"My Lord, Divine Messenger."

Do you know what happened?

Is there any way to treat this?

This brief moment.

Su Qing has already checked it once.

Upon hearing this...

The young man said calmly.

"Ah."

"It has indeed been corrupted by the black current."

"The miasma just now was a sign that the Black Stream had completely merged into the miasma, no wonder you couldn't recognize it."

"Black Stream?"

Uzma bit her lip.

It doesn't sound like a good thing.

But then...

The boy's next words were...

"It can be cured."

Huh?

The alluring, mature woman immediately raised her head.

Her face radiated an unprecedented glow!

"really?"

"how."

The boy asked a question in return.

"You do not believe?"

Uzma: "..."

She was speechless for a moment.

The boy wiped the mustard seeds off his hand.

A small porcelain bottle was taken out from it.

He tossed it in front of him.

"You know how to use it."

A completely deserted place.

Suddenly, a human figure appeared.

The wind and clouds caught the porcelain bottle.

It landed lightly.

Upon hearing this...

He asked with a face full of curiosity.

"Young Master Su."

"If there's anything left over at the end, could I study it?"

"I've never quite figured out how to purify the black current's erosion."

Su Qing remained noncommittal.

Anyway.

Those were pills refined using one's own power.