<h2 ss="wp-block-heading">Chapter 5263</h2>


    Without waiting for David’s reply, the guard who had gone to retrieve the elixir hurried back, clutching an exquisite jade bottle.


    The fat woman snatched the bottle, carefully opened it, and poured out a perfectly round elixir emitting a rich spiritual energy. She held it out to David, “Little brother, this is a Qi-boosting elixir, a treasured healing elixir from my collection. Take it quickly, and you’ll recover quickly.”


    Many present had heard of the fame of the Qi-boosting elixir. It was a priceless treasure, and yet the fat woman had pulled it out so easily!


    David examined the elixir, then looked at Nan Batian.


    Nan Batian nodded, “Take it. She won’t harm you.”


    David then epted the elixir, thanked him, and swallowed it.


    The pill melted in his mouth, and a gentle yet powerful spiritual energy instantly flowed through his limbs. The previous severe pain and fatigue were instantly alleviated, and his injuries were healing at a visible speed.


    “How is it? Are you feeling better?” the fat woman asked expectantly, her expression afraid that David would be dissatisfied.


    David nodded, “Thank you, host.”


    “Hey, what’s the host? You’re being so formal!”


    The fat woman waved her hand and said proudly, “Since you are Batian’s savior, you are also my friend! From now on, anyone who dares to bully you in Sword Saint City, tell me my name!”


    She paused, then looked at Nan Batian again, her eyes filled with tenderness. “Batian, you see, we are now acquainted. This little brother is a good man with a strong character. I like him! From now on, we are family!”


    Nan Batian’s expression was a little uneasy, but he did not refute.


    Mo Chen, Ling Xue, and the others watched this dramatic scene, both amused and embarrassed.


    What had been thought to be a mortal danger, unexpectedly, turned out to be aplete reversal thanks to Nan Batian’s appearance and his special rtionship with Fatty, even bing a “family.”


    Fatty warmly greeted Mo Chen and offered him healing elixirs, her attitude much more respectful. After all, Mo Chen’s strength was evident, and he was now a “family friend.”


    She also had the scene cleaned up and generously distributed arge sum of immortal stones to the affected merchants.


    The onlookers, seeing no more excitement, dispersed, but what happened today was destined to be a topic of conversation in Sword Saint City for a long time.


    A thrilling conflict had finally concluded in such an absurd yet satisfying way.


    David looked at Fatty, who was busy and concerned about Nan Batian, even asionally showing a little girl’s affection, and then at Nan Batian’s helpless expression, wanting to hide but unable to, and doubts surged in his heart.


    While the fat woman was directing her men to clean up the battlefield and prepare a sumptuous feast for them, David quietly tugged at Nan Batian’s sleeve and nodded toward a secluded corner.


    Nan Batian understood, a subtle flicker of embarrassment crossing his face, but he eventually followed David.


    “Nan Batian,” David lowered his voice, his eyes filled with curiosity, “what’s going on between you and that fat woman who owns the building…? The way she looks at you is unusual.”


    Nan Batian stiffened slightly as if pricked by a needle. He turned his head and gazed at the bustling, plump figure in the distance. His eyes were filled with aplex mixture of guilt, helplessness, and a hint of unspeakable pain. After


    a long silence, he slowly sighed and spoke in a low, hoarse voice, “It’s a long story… She and I were childhood sweethearts.”


    “Childhood sweethearts?”


    David’s eyes widened. The word was so opposed to the fat woman’s image that it was difficult for him to digest it.