The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 2083

Fane turned around and walked toward Albion without any hesitation. He stretched out his hand and placed it on Albion's wrist.

Fane did not know much, but he was capable of judging Albion’s injuries through his meridians. Albion had recovered 40 to 50 percent already, but he would need a couple of months if he wanted to be completely healed.

Fane did not want to waste those couple of months in this place. Fane glanced past Jed and stared straight at Dwight, who stood behind Jed. "Your Senior Brother Albion’s wounds have stabilized, and he’s forty to fifty percent recovered. However, apart from time, he needs a peaceful environment if he wishes to be seventy to eighty percent recovered. Even if we continue to stay here for another month or two, nothing will change, and your senior brother will only have a fifty to sixty percent recovery. What we should do is think of a way to leave this place and cure your senior brother after that."

Dwight exhaled softly and felt that what Fane said made sense when he thought about it. Senior Brother Albion needed the help of other pills and herbs to have a recovery rate of 70 to 80 percent. However, they had already used all the pills and herbs they have on Albion, and none remained. If they stayed here, it would hinder Senior Brother Albion's recovery.

Dwight stretched his legs and stood up from the ground when he had made up his mind. He patted the dust off of his body and picked the broken leaves off his arm before speaking without looking up. "You're right. It's a waste of time to continue lurking here.

Let's think of a way to leave this place." Jed’s expression f; could do was hide his anger, unable to directly refute Dwight.

They did not delay their actions after they decided what to do next. For everybody’s safety, Dwight led the pack to check the path for everybody else while the others followed behind him. There was a stream flowing beside the gravel path. They just walked outward following the direction of the stream flowing. In fact, none of them were able to tell where they were or which way they should go; they could only march on.