After saying this, Su Xin did not seek Wei Tu's consent. She simply returned to her cultivation chamber, lifted the hem of her skirt, and sat upright on the stone bed.
At the sight, Wei Tu had nothing to hesitate over. He walked to the bedside, bowed and gave Su Xin a disciple's salute, then sat facing her.
The moment he sat down.
Their eyes met at once.
From so close, Wei Tu could clearly see Su Xin's exquisite face, untouched by powder or adornment. Near her nose, he also caught the faint, secluded fragrance emanating from her.
But that enchanting atmosphere vanished in a flash. Seeing Su Xin's cold, emotionless gaze, Wei Tu quickly steadied his mind. Following the cultivation method she had just taught him, he pressed his hands to hers and began guiding the "origin mana" within his body.
Mana existed within the heart.
Beyond the five senses and divine consciousness, it was a cultivator's seventh sense.
Thus, aside from exceptionally intimate fellow cultivators such as Dao companions, even masters and disciples from the same sect would generally not rashly guide mana deep into another person's body.
Su Xin's decision just now had undoubtedly been bold.
Following the meridians in Su Xin's hands, Wei Tu swiftly "invaded" every part of her body with his mana. He passively traveled through and sensed every inch of her skin, every acupoint... as well as the severity of her poisoning and the weaknesses in the sealing power.
But soon, the spiritual poison stirred because of it—
With a "pfft," Su Xin's face turned pale. She opened her mouth and spat out a pool of foul blood, soaking the front of her robe.
Then she pitched forward uncontrollably.
At once, a wonderfully soft, warm sensation rippled through Wei Tu's palm—too much for