Chapter 1783 Curing Wang Hu

• In the quiet chamber of the back courtyard of Xuantian Sect.
• The ground was filled with precious medicinal herbs, the fragrance of which filled the air. Zhu Qingshan looked at the two people sitting in the middle of the herbs, his heart filled with anxiety as he constantly rubbed his hands.
• A day and a night had passed since the two began their treatment. Yusheng's phone was turned off, and the people from the sect had been unable to find him for a whole day.