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Whimpers of pain echoed around, emanating from the Night Blade Leopard with a broken spine.

Jerika glanced at Ange and made an embarrassed request: “Esteemed guest, is it possible to heal a Night Blade Leopard with a broken spine? If you can, could you please heal it? We will offer everything we have.”

The Night Blade Leopard was not just a mount, but also a family member and companion to the Night Blade Elves.

Ange nodded, first tucked his Divine Body into Temple of Rest, and then moved to the side of the Night Blade Leopard.

He first scanned with his soul to determine the location of the fracture, then severed the leopard’s nerves at the spot, unveiled the broken bone, dripped essence fluid on it, healed the broken bone with Holy Light, allowed the flesh to heal again. After a series of dazzling procedures, the Night Blade Leopard stood up again.

Inside the village of the Night Blade Elves, they brought out aged Moon Juice Wine, picked fruits and nuts, and warmly entertained their esteemed guests.

Jerika slapped the wooden table, her face flushed, and shouted: “Drink up! Can’t handle it because you’re men? I know you humans, it’s always the men who work and fight just like our female elves, no slacking, drink! Cheers!”

Jerika lifted her wooden bowl and drained it in one gulp, displaying her boldness.

The only human, Anthony, turned red-faced with blurry eyes, evidently overwhelmed by the elf’s enthusiasm, waving his hands repeatedly: “No more, can’t drink anymore.”

“Drink, we elves are hospitable. How can you experience our warmth without drinking?”

“No more, will vomit if I drink more.”

“Vomit and continue drinking, rinse your mouth with some Moon Spring water, good for the stomach. The Moon Juice Wine is delicious and doesn’t go to your head. You’ll wake up refreshed after a good night’s sleep. Then wake up with Moon Juice Wine and drink again.”

“Are you really elves? I think even dwarves can’t drink as much as you.”

“No way, we’re just excited as we have honored guests. Here, cheers.”

Under Jerika’s enthusiastic hospitality, Anthony quickly slid down to the ground.

Some non-human entities were enjoying the spectacle on the side, periodically fetching Moon Juice Wine for Ange to purify.

Ange’s hand extended into the Temple of Rest, moving slowly.

Inside the Temple of Rest, a solitary skeletal hand traced over the Divine Body. As Holy Light swept over, the damaged areas quickly healed.

A white ghost, the Little Ghost, trailed behind the Holy Light with both its tiny hands, cheerfully roasting itself.

Suddenly, a breeze stirred in the forest, rustling noises resounded.

The spirited Jerika paused her drinking, cocked her ear to listen, and quickly turned to Ange, remarking with some disbelief: “Esteemed guest, the God of Life wishes to meet you. May I ask if it would be convenient for you?”

The God of Life wanted to meet Ange and was actually asking if it was convenient for him? How influential was this guest?

Ange withdrew his Boundary-crossing Hand, looked at Negris, as Negris nodded, he, too, nodded.

Anthony, who had just drunkenly slumped to the ground, casually sat up and hurried them: “Hurry up, go meet the God of Life.”

The Little Ghost inside the Temple of Rest, which had been chasing the fluttering Holy Light, suddenly realized the Holy Light had disappeared. Anxiously, it spun in circles around the place where the skeletal hand had vanished, eventually stopping helplessly. Its whole form exuded disappointment and loss.