Soon, a few hours had passed, and Donoghue’s pale face was starting to become rosy again. The internal energy in his abdomen had almost recovered. For the past few hours, Debra kept her promise to guard the cave without fail.

At that moment, Donoghue opened his eyes and said to Debra gratefully, “Senior Sister! You must be tired.”

Donoghue thanked her sincerely from the bottom of his heart.

When he saw how Debra was guarding him wholeheartedly for the past few hours without taking a break, Donoghue was touched, despite having an evil heart.

Debra smiled briefly. “We are from the same Master; you don’t have to thank me, Junior Brother.”

As she spoke, she looked at Donoghue’s face; he looked much better than before. Debra was delighted, “Junior Brother, how are you feeling now? Do you feel much better now?”

Donoghue nodded and was about to stand up.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of footsteps coming from the woods not far away from the cave. The footsteps were solid and steady and