Wang Zhifan originally planned to continue his journey at this moment, as he had no interest in that black spear. However, when his gaze swept over the "flesh and blood" on the distant ground that no one cared about, his heart couldn't help but stir, and he chose to stop.
"He's become like this and hasn't actually cooled down completely. Should I say his life is tenacious, or that his fate isn't meant to end? Oh well, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, and it's just a trivial matter that won't take much time."
This thought occurred to Wang Zhifan, as he quickly walked toward the "remains" lying in the pool of blood on the ground.
As he walked, he took out a peculiar box from his personal space. It was an extraordinary item, a Mage's Power Box.
"Healing Skill... This magic level is quite high... put it into the spell slots..."
