Kapitel 881: Chapter 797: Capital City_2

However, Aaron indeed was a particular person.

After watching the play, he still planned to give a tip to the two performers.

He approached the old soldier and glanced at the barely breathing Zhang Zifeng, and calmly said, "Do you wish to save this man?"

"Of course I do!"

The old soldier wiped away his tears, grasping at the last straw like a drowning man: "Does the Taoist Priest have a method?"

"Mmm, I have a Fire Date, feed it to him and it might extend his life a little," Aaron said.

He didn't fully understand the backlash, and thus, didn't dare to make a guarantee.

The old soldier looked at the bright red date in Aaron's hand with some hesitation.

He knew his stuff, having followed Zhang Zifeng through adventures in the south, seeking immortals and asking for the Dao. He actually understood quite a bit about the Dao Sects and cultivation.

If the Taoist Priest had offered an Elixir Medicine, he might have felt more confident, but a date? Could it really work?