The Old Man looked at the Young Girl curled up on the ground. In the end, the flaming whip raised in his hand did not fall again.
By now, the Young Girl's robes had been reduced to scraps. Not a patch of her originally snow-white, creamy skin remained intact. Not a drop of blood flowed from the savage wounds; the exposed flesh had either turned into charred black carbon. She was nearly unconscious, breathing faintly through her nose. Only instinct compelled her to let out weak groans, while her entire body twitched from time to time.
The Old Man sighed softly. The flaming whip in his hand dissipated into nothingness, and with a flick of his wrist, a bottle filled with emerald green liquid appeared in his palm. He pulled out the stopper and, without the slightest hesitation, poured it all over the Young Girl.
"Sizzle..."
The liquid touched the Young Girl's blackened skin and let out a sizzling sound. It was immediately evaporated by the residual heat on her skin into emerald green smoke. The wounds on her body began healing rapidly at a visible rate, while the skin that had turned to charcoal continuously peeled away, revealing tender new flesh beneath.
In less than half an hour, nearly all the Young Girl's injuries had healed, and her utterly listless aura finally returned to stability.
However, no medicine could erase the exhaustion of her mind and body. As the pain in her body gradually subsided, the Young Girl could no longer withstand the double burden of fatigue and fell into a deep sleep.
"This time, you improved quite a bit. You endured four more lashes than last time." The Old Man chuckled and shook his head. With a wave of his hand, he made her body float once more.