Su Nan City had not seen significant snowfall for ten years, and the snow on Luomei Peak was different from that in the city. She had originally planned to bring this jar of snow back up the mountain, never expecting it to be used here.
Lu Tong placed the jar on the fire, where the crystal-clear Wax Snow slowly turned into transparent water and gradually emitted steam, boiling noisily as if the frozen clouds from the mountain streams had been tainted with the dust of the mortal world, coming to life once again.
Lu Tong then took a handkerchief from her bosom and soaked it in the boiling Wax Snow.
The man in black quietly watched Lu Tong do all this.
Finally, Lu Tong took the wet handkerchief and walked towards him.
He sat upright, and Lu Tong moved behind him, gently peeling back his torn clothes further, and when her gaze fell upon the sight before her, she involuntarily caught her breath.
It was only up close that she could see how terribly fierce the man's wounds were.