Chen Yan looked at Bai Ling. He could sense people's emotions.
Bai Ling's goodwill was sincere.
But there was no love without reason in this world, nor hatred without reason.
Although Chen Yan knew Bai Ling meant him no harm, he didn't know why she was acting this way.
At that moment, black Malice burned all over Chen Yan, leaving only a vague outline of his form visible.
Under Chen Yan's gaze, Bai Ling spoke:
"Mom said it isn't easy for anyone to stay alive in this world."
Chen Yan paused, then extended one finger. Strands of azure Qi and Blood surfaced at his fingertip.
"I've recovered a little. I don't need any more herbs."
At Chen Yan's words, Bai Ling's face lit up.
"That's wonderful. You must have had enough Reverse Evil Grass on you before. After it was all used up, your body hadn't been soaking in the Malice Sea for too long."
Chen Yan's brows lifted slightly. His Will power spread invisibly, making Bai Ling unconsciously overlook what mattered.
"Reverse Evil Grass?"
Bai Ling pointed at a patch of fungal threads in the corner.
"That's it, though it hasn't matured yet. Once it does, someone can soak in the Malice Sea for an hour without anything happening to them."
Chen Yan looked at the ground.
The leaves of the Saint Breaking Tree had become a Pure Land for the creatures of the Evil Realm. Even the plants growing from them could resist Malice for a time.
What exactly was the Saint Breaking Tree?
Chen Yan couldn't figure it out just then, but he had always felt that the Saint Breaking Tree was him, and he was the Saint Breaking Tree.
It was a feeling caught between clarity and vagueness.
Now, he had suddenly realized that he might