Yue Lin, the Tyrant Dragon Soul Spirit's Rampage Once More

Inside the hospital room.

The Holy Spirit Douluo's Soul Power surged around her as four pairs of pure white wings slowly unfurled behind her. Every feather shimmered with a pearly white glow, making her seem like a Deity descended upon the mortal world.

With a thought from her, pale golden Light of Healing poured down from between her wings like warm, nourishing rain, completely enveloping Xu Lizhi on the bed.

This was the supreme healing power of the Prayer Angel martial soul, containing an endless aura of life.

Visible to the naked eye, the bruises and swelling left on Xu Lizhi's cheeks by the battle rapidly faded, while his previously pale complexion gradually regained its healthy color.

In barely ten seconds, the chubby face that had looked somewhat bedraggled from his injuries was completely restored to its usual roundness. Even his breathing became steadier and stronger.

Meanwhile, Tang Wulin slowly walked over to Ye Xinglan. Seeing that she still had her head lowered and that the flush on her cheeks had yet to fade, he could not help showing concern as he softly asked, "Xinglan, why is your face so red? Are you worried about Lizhi? Did you not get enough rest?"

At those words, Ye Xinglan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, as though someone had struck right at her secret thoughts. She hurriedly lowered her head, tightly clutching the corner of her clothes as she replied in a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, "N-No, it's nothing. Maybe the doors and windows in the Treatment Room are shut, so it's a little stuffy..."

Her voice carried an almost imperceptible tremor. Even she felt that excuse was far too forced—after all, when the Holy Spirit Douluo had released her Light of Healing just now, the air in the room