Chapter 491

Willow chose not to consume the remaining spiritual spring water herself, instead turning her attention to the middle-aged driver beside her. The man's face was smeared with blood, his eyes closed in unconsciousness. She couldn't even tell if he was still breathing. But no matter what, she couldn't just leave him to die. A second drop of the mystical water formed at Willow's fingertip, which she carefully fed to the driver. A faint groan escaped the man's throat, his eyelids twitching slightly—though he didn't wake. Still, at least he was alive. Willow let out a quiet sigh of relief and was about to figure out how to escape the wrecked car when suddenly, her pulse quickened. Up on the mountain road above, several burly men with unremarkable, forgettable faces had appeared out of nowhere. They stood by the roadside, peering down at the crash site while exchanging hushed words. Under normal circumstances, their voices would have been drowned out by the crackling of damaged electrical wir