Her breathing quickened, her delicate body trembled. Not daring to meet Alex's gaze, she lowered her head and said cautiously. "Saint Lord Alex, to heal my injuries... do you need to hold me?"
"I do." Alex condensed spiritual energy at his fingertips, then directly and domineeringly stuffed his index and middle fingers into Iris's mouth.
"Mmph?! Saint Lord Alex..."
"Don't speak. Swallow it."
After swallowing this cluster of Alex's spiritual energy, Iris instantly felt her cultivation recover significantly. The injury on her abdomen healed along with it.
Her face filled with joy. "Saint Lord Alex, thank you!"
"It was just lifting a finger. No need to thank me." Alex waved his hand. "Right, I have a question to ask you."
"Do you know if there are two Swords of the Martial Ancestor in this Divine Blade Sect?"
"Hmm? Swords of the Martial Ancestor?" Iris pondered carefully for a long time, then shook her head.
"I've never heard of them. What's wrong?"
