Xiao Fan's bedroom. Bright light appeared.
"Ah—!!!"
Amid a scream, Xiao Fan clutched his neck and staggered backward, finally falling straight onto the bed.
That terrifying scene kept replaying in his mind: the hideous, ghastly figure that looked like an evil spirit, and the sword she had swung down in her hand!
"Xiao Fan! Xiao Fan!"
"Are you all right, Xiao Fan?"
His parents' anxious cries reached his ears. Then Xiao Fan felt streams of gentle Foundation Establishment True Essence being infused into his body.
Gradually, he began to calm down and felt out his body a little.
Emm...
It didn't seem to hurt at all.
Could he still be alive?
He lowered the hand covering his neck. Once he was sure there was truly nothing wrong with his body, Xiao Fan couldn't help feeling a little awkward.
To ease his embarrassment—and to make his earlier actions seem less abrupt—
he first pretended to struggle for a while before slowly calming down.
Then he slowly opened his eyes, only to see his parents' worried faces.
Xiao Fan felt a little guilty.
"Sorry, Mom, Dad. I worried you just now."
"It's all right! As long as you're okay."
Xiao's mother pulled him into her arms. Though still shaken, she spoke to comfort him.
Xiao's father didn't offer the same verbal reassurance, but judging by how his tightly clenched fists gradually relaxed, he must have felt a weight lift from his heart too.
Xiao Ming stood quietly at the bedroom door, observing.
As a body cultivator at the peak of the Golden Core stage, he could tell whether a lower-level cultivator was lying by observing all sorts of things: changes in their expression while speaking, the speed of their blood flow, whether their heart rate had quickened, and more.
*Xiao Fan's apology