The cold rain continued to mercilessly wash over the muddy ground. Su Youwei tilted up her little face, rain and tears mingling together as she stared blankly at the two "children her age" who had suddenly appeared, their eyes exceptionally bright. Their words were like a faint yet warm light, piercing through the heavy clouds of despair in her heart.
"Y-You... can you really save Grandpa?" Su Youwei's voice trembled with disbelief as her small hands clenched tightly around the frayed corner of her clothes.
Mo Lin did not answer directly. He crouched down and extended his slightly pale little hand, gently placing it on the wrist of the elderly man on Su Youwei's back, whose breath was faint and body burning hot.
A faint yet incomparably pure thread of Yin Yang Energies, like the nimblest wisp, silently flowed into the old man's body.
Although ninety-nine percent of his and Zi Yan's power had been sealed by the spatial-temporal turbulence, the Yin Yang Energies were Origin Power of an exceptionally high grade. Even with only a trace remaining, they contained the boundless potential of life and creation.
That thread of energy swiftly traveled through the old man's depleted meridians, gently nourishing the nearly extinguished flame of his life and driving away his chronic illnesses.
Moments later, the old man's formerly rapid and feeble breathing gradually became steady and deep. His burning temperature began to fall, and the deathly grayness faded from his face, replaced by a faint flush of color.
"Grandpa... Grandpa's breathing seems... steadier?" Su Youwei had been staring anxiously at her grandfather the whole time and immediately noticed the subtle change. She abruptly raised her head, her gaze toward Mo Lin filled with overwhelming shock and ecstatic hope.
Zi Yan curled her lips at the side, a hint