Her long, slightly curled lashes rested over her eyelids, casting a quiet shadow.
The elegant bridge of her nose lent her a hint of heroism.
Her lips, usually pressed into a thin line that made her look rather sharp-tongued, were now slightly parted in unconsciousness, revealing a softness and innocence rarely seen in her.
Lin Xuan's gaze slid from her exquisite face down her slender neck, then to the delicate collarbones faintly visible beneath her disheveled collar, and finally came to rest on her full, ample breasts.
"What a pity," he murmured, shaking his head. "With such a lovely figure, why keep that stern face on all the time?"
"If she smiled more, she might be even more alluring than Baobao."
Admiring her was one thing, but he still had business to attend to.
He crouched beside her and reached out, seemingly casually laying his hand over Qin Hongmian's pale wrist.
A stream of exceptionally pure Innate True Qi flowed from his fingertips like a gentle brook, entering Qin Hongmian's body and coursing along her meridians as he examined them.
A moment later, Lin Xuan withdrew his fingers, already knowing what was wrong.
Her internal injuries were severe. Many of her meridians had suffered violent shocks, her heart meridian was especially badly damaged, and all her internal organs were bruised.
The Old Monk's palm force had been devastating. He had used only three or four tenths of his strength; otherwise, with Qin Hongmian's cultivation, she would already be dead.
Still, though injuries like these might be difficult for others to treat, they were no great challenge for Lin Xuan.
He sat cross-legged beside Qin Hongmian and placed his right palm over the Dantian in her lower abdomen.
"Bzzz..."
Golden Innate True Qi poured ceaselessly from his palm.
The golden energy