Cao Feiyu had taken a sacred healing medicine secretly refined by the Dan Chen Sect. Its medicinal power was pure and gentle, yet its lingering effect was long-lasting.
At this moment, more than half of the medicine's power had dissolved. Her cheeks, once pale as paper, had regained a healthy rosy glow, like the finest mutton-fat jade suffused with a faint blush of rouge.
Her tightly furrowed brows had long since relaxed. Her breathing was deep and steady, her chest rising and falling gently in a harmonious rhythm. The elemental power within her, once sluggish and weak from her injuries, had condensed anew and now surged through her meridians.
Though she still needed time to fully recover and return to her peak, these remaining injuries were no longer enough to affect her normal circulation of elemental power, her use of sword arts, or the combat strength proper to the Great Cang Realm Mid-stage.
For someone in such a perilous place, this was already an ideal outcome.
Her long, thick lashes trembled lightly as Cao Feiyu slowly opened her eyes.
Compared with two hours earlier, those autumn-water eyes held less panic and exhaustion, and more calmness and sharpness. They were clear and bright.
Cao Feiyu did not rise at once. Instead, she first examined herself inwardly, carefully sensing every change within her body. Her meridians were clear, her internal organs strong, her elemental power abundant, and her divine soul stable... very good.
Cao Feiyu's heart settled, and she let out a long breath of stale air. As it left her body, it carried a faint gray-black tint—the final trace of Vengeful Sha impurities that had been completely forced out.
Only then did Cao Feiyu turn her gaze toward the distance.
Chen Fei still sat with his eyes slightly closed, seeming to