Divine Wind was surprised to find that his body did not hurt at all. At most, he felt a little drained.
That was a sign of excessive physical exhaustion.
Naraku's spiritual energy actually possessed a healing effect that could practically bring the dead back to life.
Then again, considering the other man's terrifying regenerative ability, it made sense.
"Master! You're awake!"
The moment Divine Wind opened his eyes, a voice full of concern rang beside his ear.
He focused his gaze.
A circle of familiar faces had already gathered around the bed.
Closest to him were his three proud disciples.
His eldest disciple, Iaian; his second disciple, Bushidrill; and his third disciple, Kamikaze's Disciple.
Behind them stood Amane and Zanbai, who were of the same generation and sect as him.
There were also members of the younger generation, such as Uta, Okamaitachi, and Spring Mustachio.
When they saw Divine Wind open his eyes, everyone's faces filled with relieved joy.
Iaian asked with concern, "Master, how do you feel?"
"Does anywhere still feel uncomfortable?"
Bushidrill also stroked his mustache and said in a deep, muffled voice, "That's right, Master. That guy called Naraku did heal your injuries in the end, but who knows whether he left behind some hidden problem?"
Kamikaze's Disciple also leaned forward slightly.
Her voice was crisp, carrying an indescribable softness and charm.
Her face was full of worry. "If anything still feels wrong with Master, I can invite Lord Ivankov over to take a look."
"Lord Ivankov is a top physician of the Medical Academy's 'Medical Saint' level."
"His medical skills are practically miraculous. No matter what kind of injury or illness it is, he can definitely cure you."
Hearing this, Divine Wind braced both hands against the bed and sat straight up, leaning his back against