"Patriarch, don't worry! This frost pill was given to me by them without any additional conditions. Quickly take the pill! This way, we'll be able to have more initiative in the negotiations with the Hong family. " Yan tribe's first elder urged.
"Alright," he said. The Yan clan master nodded and took the pill from the first elder's hand, swallowing it.
After a while.
The patriarch's face, which had been extremely pale, slowly returned to normal. The cold energy in his body was gradually expelled, and it didn't take long for his injuries to recover.
Feeling the warmth on his body, patriarch Yan stretched his arms and legs in disbelief. Then, he lifted the blanket and got off the bed.
"How do you feel, patriarch?" The Yan clan's first elder stared at his clan master, afraid that he would not be used to it.
