Inside the room.
Jiang Ning wiped away the bloodstains on Qingyi's shoulder. Her skin was like jade, and the wound was exposed, clearly visible.
Jiang Ning glanced at it, then placed his fingers on the wound.
At once, he felt as though his fingertips had touched needle points and wheat awns, sending over a faint sting.
As the wound was tugged, Qingyi's neck shrank back slightly. Her neck was long and slender, her collarbones clearly visible.
"Bear with it!" Jiang Ning said.
As his words fell, Qingyi's gaze changed ever so slightly.
Her own body—she knew it best.
At this moment, she could sense the Sword Intent remaining in the wound rapidly dispersing.
Using intent to transform intent!
This thought flashed through her mind in an instant.
After she came to her senses, she found it even more inconceivable.
Using intent to transform intent.
To accomplish this, one needed an Artistic Conception no lower than the other party's in order to dissolve it gently.
Otherwise, if one forcefully tried to dissolve it, it would instead provoke the Sword Intent remaining in the wound, causing it to run wild and worsening the injury.
Several breaths later, Jiang Ning withdrew his hand, his gaze once again landing on the conspicuous wound on Qingyi's shoulder.
He saw that because the remaining Sword Intent had been eliminated, the wound had already begun to heal slowly.
A Third Grade Grandmaster who had stepped into the Blood Exchange Realm had an extremely active body, with terrifyingly high self-healing and regenerative ability. After multiple exchanges of blood, the regenerative power of the physical body could reach the dreadful level of regrowing severed limbs.
Even though Qingyi had only just stepped into the Third Grade at this moment, after the Sword Intent was cleared away, the seemingly terrifying