Soon, Miao Qidao was carried back to the Miao Family's tent by the Linglong Guards.
Lu Xiao refused the medical personnel from the Xue Clan and personally treated Miao Qidao's wounds before feeding him a pill.
Although Miao Qidao had many wounds, they were mostly superficial and had not injured his muscles or bones.
Apart from severe blood loss, there wasn't any major problem.
"Lu Xiao, is Qidao all right?" Seeing Lu Xiao stand up, Miao Tianhe immediately asked.
Miao Tianhe had rushed over as soon as Qidao fell from the arena.
"He's fine, he'll wake up soon," Lu Xiao nodded.
His little pill was indeed quite effective.
"That's good, that's good," Miao Tianhe was also relieved, "By the way, Lu Xiao, were you... trying to make Qidao stronger by doing this?"
Although Miao Tianhe's martial arts attainment wasn't high, he had a good eye and could roughly guess Lu Xiao's intention.
"Yes, but... it probably failed," Lu Xiao nodded, then sighed and shook his head.