Mental injuries had always been the most serious. With proper recovery, they could still be managed, but if they were not treated well, a relapse in the future could be fatal.
As for treating mental trauma, aside from allowing the victim to heal naturally, even Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Spirit Masters rarely possessed such abilities.
Among these three hundred or so people, only ten Healing Spirit Masters had been assigned, and none of them could heal mental injuries.
Bibi Dong turned to leave. As she passed Ji Wushuang, she said nothing and merely looked at him quietly.
"Teacher, shall we head back after Nana wakes up?"
Ji Wushuang took a gilt chair out of his Storage Soul Tool.
He placed it behind Bibi Dong.
"Everyone, it is getting late. Go back and rest. We still need to travel tomorrow."
"Aunt Ye, you should all go back and rest as well."
Bibi Dong glanced at the crowd and waved her hand indifferently.
Seeing this.
Everyone bowed and dispersed. Only the few who had already been resting here remained, though they too retreated into their tents, intending to leave at daybreak.
The noisy forest fell silent once more.
Other than their breathing, there was not even the sound of insects.
"Teacher, you should rest too."
"I can keep watch alone."
Ji Wushuang took out a blanket and covered Bibi Dong's graceful body.
A faint smile appeared on Bibi Dong's lovely face. Her gaze fell upon the Storage Soul Tool in Ji Wushuang's hand as she said with a smile, "Why is your Soul Tool like a treasure chest?"
"How does it have everything?"
"Did you really treat Soul Hunting like a trip?"
Ji Wushuang smiled and took out a stick of Calming Incense from his Storage Soul Tool, lighting it.
"With