"Alright! I understand!" Chen Mo put away the contact information. At least now he had a channel for getting news in the future.
But after giving it some thought, he continued to Bai Xiaotian, "Actually, although your Dantian was destroyed, there is still a certain possibility that it can be restored." Though his words were somewhat ambiguous, they thundered in Bai Xiaotian's ears.
"What? You... you mean...?" After hearing Chen Mo's words, Bai Xiaotian could barely speak coherently. Trembling all over, he struggled to squeeze out a few words.
"That's right. Just as you're thinking, your Dantian may be restored," Chen Mo said.
"You... you!" Bai Xiaotian did not know what to say. The news had left him practically speechless.
A Martial Artist had originally stood above others. Wherever he went, he was superior to Ordinary Persons, his status far higher than theirs. He could even be called transcendent—someone who had surpassed mortals. This was the identity Martial Artists took pride in.
But once his Dantian was destroyed, it meant losing his identity as a Martial Artist. He would fall from someone transcendent and detached from the mundane into an ordinary person, like someone lofty and exalted suddenly becoming one of the lowest-ranked people. The gap, the change in treatment—it was easy to imagine how crushing that loss would be. Some mentally fragile people might even commit suicide or sink into despair, becoming failures forever.
Therefore, when Bai Xiaotian's Dantian had been destroyed, he had languished for a very long time. Had he not finally awakened to reality, he would have died long ago in some unknown corner.
Thus, upon hearing Chen Mo say that his Dantian could be restored, one could imagine how excited he was. He did not even know what to say. It felt like a dream,