Curing Zhuri Beila!

Yang Dingtian arrived before Zhuri Beila's bed and lifted his blanket, revealing his emaciated body. Xiangxiang Beila's eyes immediately turned red after taking a glance at it. She almost wept out. Previously, her father was extremely handsome. Now, he had unexpectedly become like this.

Yang Dingtian stared at Zhuri Beila's body attentively while standing by the bedside.

Now, it was the time for his performance. He needed to blind everyone's eyes and leave behind an indelible impression on the Foxman Race. He wanted to let them think of him as someone like a god.

Therefore, not only did he have to cure Zhuri Beila, but the way he needed to do it had to be extremely breathtaking.

Hence, Yang Dingtian buckled the ice attribute mystic talisman on his wrist secretly. Subsequently, he absorbed a bottle of holy water into his palm.