The old man's face had also turned ruddy and glossy, his once-aged features gradually becoming younger.
Only after a few minutes did Ye Lin withdraw his palm.
"All right, get up and move around."
After saying that, Ye Lin stood and looked at the old man before him with a smile.
The old man wore a face full of shock. Then he threw off the straw mat covering his body and slowly rose to his feet, staring in disbelief at his hands before touching his head of black hair.
"I... I'm better?"
Several minutes later, the old man finally spoke, his voice filled with shock. Clearly, this had already gone beyond the bounds of his understanding.
"Why not get up and walk around?"
After Ye Lin spoke, the old man slowly stood, put on his straw sandals, and paced back and forth across the ground.
He felt as though his body was brimming with vitality now—he could not have felt any better.
"You... who exactly are you? How did you do this?"
Only after fully accepting it did the old man look at Ye Lin and slowly ask.
"You don't need to know that. All right, go out. Don't make Naya sad."
Ye Lin gave the old man a faint smile after speaking. The old man smiled and shook his head without saying anything, then came to the door and took a deep breath.
Ever since he had fallen ill, he had lain in bed every day. The wooden door before him had not been opened by his own hands for ten years—ten whole years.
Now, he was about to see the light of day again.
After steadying his emotions, the old man slowly pushed open the wooden door and walked out.
Outside, Naya and Pillar sat on stone stools,