章 1967: Intention

"No big deal, no big deal." Dyon comforted with a light smile. "Some people just made me aggravate some hidden injuries. They've already paid with their lives." 

Those who heard these words were shocked. Could it be that Dyon had actually entered the battle so severely injured? 

Now that they thought about it… From start to finish, the Fallen hadn't laid a single hand on Dyon. So, how could they be responsible for his injuries? 

Several expressions changed, not knowing how to handle this new information. 

And this little cauldron… Wasn't it a little too… human? It was without a doubt indefinitely close to birthing an artifact spirit! 

"Will you help me refine some pills?" 

The cauldron bobbed, clearly assenting to Dyon's request. 

Dyon took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. If he let his mind become to effected by his injuries, the final result wouldn't be what he needed.