On the bed, Su Yi lifted Qing Wan and arranged her in a cross-legged meditative posture. He then sat behind her, formed seals with both hands, and gently pressed them against her slender back.
At once, a secret seal emerged between Su Yi's fingers and flowed into Qing Wan's body along with his Divine Sense.
This was a Divine Soul Secret Technique known as the "Fine Hair Spirit Seal."
It took its meaning from "every fine hair revealed."
Under such a secret technique, one could perceive every abnormality within a cultivator's body and soul.
Time trickled by.
Su Yi's Divine Sense was like invisible feelers, sensing every inch of Qing Wan's body.
At times, unconscious soft moans slipped from Qing Wan's lips, and her exquisite body trembled faintly. Most of the time, however, she remained still.
A full cup of tea's time later.
A trace of fatigue appeared between Su Yi's brows.
A cultivator's body was like a treasure vault of a hidden paradise. The meridians and acupoints all concealed countless mysteries and profound secrets.
For example, body cultivators of the Buddhist sect regarded the fleshly body as an inner universe and acupoints as inner worlds. The power and mysteries they tempered were likewise vast beyond imagination.
A single grain of sand could contain an entire world—this was precisely what it meant.
Even for an Emperor Realm expert, fully perceiving all the mysteries and secrets within and without a cultivator's body was an immense and tedious undertaking.
"Why haven't I found even the slightest anomaly?"
Su Yi frowned.
For the past two months, Qing Wan had remained trapped in an unusual state of unconsciousness.
Yet unexpectedly, despite Su Yi's sensing and examination, he had discovered no abnormalities whatsoever.
"Could it be that the power I'm using is far inferior to