Chapter 1783 Curing Wang Hu

• In the quiet chamber of the back courtyard of Xuantian Sect.
• The ground was filled with precious herbs, the fragrance of ancient medicine materials was overflowing. Tyrael looked at the two people sitting in the middle of the herbs, his heart was anxious, and he kept rubbing his hands.
• A day and a night had passed since the two began their treatment. Alex's phone was turned off, and the sect's people had been looking for him all day but couldn't find him.