Li Xiaoyu looked at the transformed Zhang Xiaofan and smiled with gratification.
Master Puhong felt the same.
As he watched the young man whose fighting spirit had been rekindled, his eyes were filled with approval.
Just then.
The girl in green, who had been lying quietly on the millennium-old cold Jade Bed, suddenly trembled slightly beyond her control.
"Hm?"
A gentle, sacred glow was emanating from Bi Yao's body.
"Buzz!"
A soft chime rang out in the silent meditation courtyard.
The delicate Golden Bell on Bi Yao's wrist seemed to have sensed the call of that power as well, and began to tremble violently beyond her control.
An equally ancient and mysterious power erupted from the tiny bell.
That power and the gentle, sacred glow around her complemented each other, indistinguishable from one another.
The two powers formed a perfect cycle within her body, endlessly renewing themselves.
Bi Yao's withered meridians rapidly recovered under the nourishment of that power.
Her soul and body, dormant for hundreds of years, became solid and powerful once more as that power flowed into them.
Though her complexion remained pale, it had gained a trace of healthy rosiness.
"Wonderful."
Watching this miraculous scene, Zhang Xiaofan shed tears of excitement.
He reached out, wanting to touch her face as its color returned, but feared disturbing this hard-won transformation.
Zhang Xiaofan could only remain quietly at her side.
No one knew how much time passed.
The long eyelashes of the girl in green lying quietly upon the Jade Bed suddenly fluttered.
Zhang Xiaofan's heart jolted violently.
Holding his breath, he fixed his cool eyes upon that pale face, terrified that this was only another illusion.
The next moment.
Those eyes that had remained closed for hundreds of years slowly opened.
They were a pair of clear, pure