Choice

Bai Luo picked up the pills and took a closer look.

The black pills smelled strange. They didn't smell bad, but they definitely weren't fragrant.

"What are they for?"

Duan Jingshan said slowly, "The prophet only asked me to give these pills to Bai Di, but he didn't say what they're for. When I came, I was also thinking about the prophet's intentions. From the looks of it, the prophet must have expected Bai Di to be injured and specially asked me to send the medicine over to save him."

The prophet could predict the future. It wasn't difficult to predict that Bai Di would be injured.

But Bai Luo still found it a little strange.

"The prophet is busy. Why did he specially ask you to send medicine to my brother for such a small matter?"