Lu Yuan, Soft?

Inside the vast, icy Steel Fortress, silence flowed slowly through the air.

After Lu Yuan's meticulous, gentle treatment, the medicinal power of the healing spiritual fluid continued to circulate, seep, and repair deep within Aiselandier's flesh and tissues.

For most of the following day, she rested quietly with her eyes closed against the smooth alloy wall, allowing the vast, gentle spiritual power of vegetation to nourish the damaged meridians throughout her body and mend her torn flesh wounds.

The spiritual fluid's effects far surpassed those of ordinary healing potions.

The savage, deep gash across her chest, once dripping with blood, had now completely stopped bleeding. A thin, delicate layer of light brown scarring had slowly formed over the surface, firmly protecting the newly regenerating tissue beneath.

The wound no longer stung or burned. Only a faint itch remained—a sign that her flesh was healing rapidly.

At this rate of recovery, it would not be long before this severe wound vanished completely, leaving her skin as smooth as before without the slightest scar or blemish.

It was not only her injuries that were healing. Her largely depleted wood-element Primal Energy and elven power were also slowly returning, filling, and reviving under the nourishment of the spiritual fluid and her quiet rest.

Her body, once so weak and drained that she could not even stand, had completely regained its strength. Her limbs felt light and limber, her meridians clear and unobstructed. She could already move freely, without the slightest stiffness or pain.

Once her recuperation was complete, Aiselandier slowly opened her eyes.

The clear, translucent gray pupils had shed their former pallor and exhaustion, once more rippling with a bright, gentle sheen. The mistiness and vulnerability in her eyes had wholly faded, leaving only a lively, radiant brilliance.

She raised an arm