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.

couldn’t withstand the exhaustion brought on by his injuries any longer.

rolled

sleek black car pulled up, and its doors opened automatically.

V-neck b*dycon dress. She looked surprised when she saw the

only requested a car where a person could lie flat, but he hadn’t explained the

man in the car and gently set him down. “Find a place for me

worry, I threw them off the trail

under the Wahlstrom family’s name, Finnegan carried the young man in and had Alisha arrange for him

quite serious!”

Alisha couldn’t help but express her astonishment. “How could he

she felt that an ordinary person would have

actually affected his martial foundation. He managed to

understanding seemed partial. She refrained from interrupting Finnegan’s

treatment.

all the injuries, Finnegan then inserted eighteen golden needles into the

of the

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the treatment. “I’ll write prescription for you. Have

“Why was he still gripping the knife when he

brought him back, the unconscious young man had been holding

point, Alisha had considered taking the knife away, but she found his

his hands and gestured for Alisha to

user. That broken knife is

was why even while unconscious, the young man’s subconsciousness made him hold onto

peculiar man to consider a broken knife as his life. However, you’re no saint

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“Take a guess!”

exasperation, “If I could guess, why would I

sat at the side, casually crossed his leg, and gestured for her to pour him a glass

water and handed it over, Finnegan answered, “I felt a connection with him, and

A familiar aura? Have you met him

“No.”

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

had never encountered this

familiarity arose from observing that the young man’s cultivation style seemed somewhat similar to