"It's useless to give her a pill, it won't work," a voice suddenly sounded and managed to make Wan Lie and Huang Bao turn around.
A very old man entered their sight, there was an oversized white robe wrapped around his body with a few small bells hanging from the lower hem of his robe, the conical hat he was wearing slightly hiding the completely white mane. His body was small, roughly the size of Elder Bao's body.
"What do you mean?" Wan Lie asked when he saw the old man approaching them, the sound of the knocking of the stick in his hand accompanied by the clatter of the bell sounding in sync with his footsteps.
"The pain she was experiencing was not a pain that could be cured immediately if she took the pill, the pain she was experiencing was the result of the influence of her imperfect soul."
"So what? What should I do to make her stop hurting?" asked Wan Lie again.
"Nothing."