Immortal of the Ages

Moon Fairy paused for a moment at the request for medicine.

"Close the door," the Desolation Marshal said with difficulty, leaning against the dark wall. She pulled out a white jade Bag of Holding and held it out to Moon Fairy.

"I am at your service, Marshal."

With no room to refuse, Moon Fairy stepped forward.

Up close, the ghastliness of the Desolation Marshal’s bloodied wounds was stark—likely the work of a barbed whip or chain, a sight that struck the heart with horror.

Such wounds, spread over such a pristine body, unavoidably stirred pity. Who would dare mar such divinity?

This was the Desolation Marshal, the commander of a 1,000,000-strong army. Who could dare wound her so?

Moon Fairy took the white jade Bag of Holding and asked, "What should I do?" Original content can be found at novel⦿fire.net

Bearing the pain, the Desolation Marshal whispered, "It contains an Earth Spirit Flame Fruit. Do you know how to use it?"