A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 135 A Connection With Him

Down a dimly lit alleyway, an icy-looking young man who had accidentally stumbled upon Romona’s residence was clutching a broken black blade. He leaned against the wall with blood dripping from the blade, his breathing faint as he moved forward with difficulty.

“You need treatment now. Otherwise, even if you survive, your martial foundation will be compromised.”

Suddenly, Finnegan, who had been discreetly tailing him, materialized before him like a specter, a faint smile tugging at his l*ps.

The young man’s pupils contracted as a glint of light flickered in his eyes.

In an instant, a swift and savage strike was delivered as the knife arced through the air. Although he was weak, his strike was still vicious and powerful.

Finnegan furrowed his brows as he dodged, not daring to confront the full brunt of the attack head-on.

The young man was tenacious and relentless as he continued to strike with the blade.

Due to his injuries, the young man’s speed and strength were somewhat hampered. It was evident from his inability to graze even the hem of Finnegan’s clothes.

Sensing a brief lag from the young man, Finnegan extended his right hand and pressed his palm against him.

A muffled thud resonated as the young man was pushed backward and crashed onto the ground.

Finnegan had held back, ensuring that the young man’s injuries weren’t exacerbated. Swiftly, the young man managed to regain his footing.

His

gaze was less hostile, as he sensed no malevolence emanating from Finnegan.

Finnegan took out a pill and tossed it over. “You should start with stopping the bleeding.”

The young man caught the pill and cast another glance at Finnegan.

Then, he popped the pill into his mouth and gulped it down.

He knew that if Finnegan truly wanted to kill him, it would be easy. There was no need for theatrics.

The bleeding from the wound soon stopped.

The young man’s expression softened, and his gaze toward Finnegan lost its wariness and resistance.

his heightened vigilance dissipated, he couldn’t withstand the

eves rolled

car pulled up, and its doors

was dressed in a black V-neck b*dycon dress. She looked surprised when she

a person could lie

either.” He placed the young man in the car and gently set him down. “Find a place for me to treat him, and

further, Alisha assured, “Don’t worry, I threw them off the trail before

man

is quite serious!”

lacerations crisscrossing the young man’s b*dy, as well as extensive bruising, Alisha couldn’t help but express her astonishment. “How could

felt that an ordinary person would have died

foundation. He managed to avoid getting hit in the critical spots. His appearance of extreme

seemed partial.

treatment.

injuries, Finnegan then inserted eighteen golden needles into the

absorption of

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for you. Have someone prepare the

“Why was he still gripping the knife when he fainted?”

man had

point, Alisha had considered taking the knife

gestured for Alisha to

That broken knife is equivalent to

man’s subconsciousness made him hold onto the knife

man to consider a broken knife as his life. However, you’re no saint either. Why would you randomly

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“Take a guess!”

exasperation, “If I could guess, why would I even ask you?”

casually crossed his leg, and gestured for her to pour him a glass of water.

Finnegan answered, “I felt a connection with him, and I also detected

was taken aback. “A connection? A familiar aura? Have you met

“No.”

the past five years, Finnegan had lived in seclusion in the primeval forest, and he remembered everyone

certain he had never encountered this cold young man

that the young man’s cultivation style seemed somewhat similar to