That still wasn't the end.
Ye Lin gently placed his palm on the middle-aged man's forehead. Terrifying power circulated through the man's body, helping him refine the Ice Snow Sacred Fruit.
In his current state, this man was completely incapable of refining the Ice Snow Sacred Fruit himself.
The instant Ye Lin made his move, an unbelievable scene unfolded.
The middle-aged man, who had once been nothing but skin and bones, now underwent tremendous changes across the surface of his body.
His withered body began to fill out at a rapid pace.
Moreover, the dense aura of death around him was swiftly dispersed. As it faded, color gradually returned to the middle-aged man's face.
The greatest change was in his Primordial Spirit.
His once-shattered Primordial Spirit began to mend itself bit by bit beneath the terrifying energy of the Ice Snow Sacred Fruit—and at an astonishing speed.
"Mother."
Seeing her father change so dramatically in such a short time, White Sprite could not help clutching her mother's arm.
"Don't make a sound. Stay quiet."
Liu Feng's eyes brimmed with tears. She raised a hand to cover her daughter's mouth, staring fixedly at her partner.
She had long since fallen into despair.
Yet upon seeing this sight, that despairing heart began to stir back to life.
What lay before her was truly a miracle.
"Whew, it's done. Now we only need to wait quietly."
Once the medicinal power had been completely refined, Ye Lin slowly withdrew his hand and let out a soft breath.
All his injuries had now healed. All that remained was to see when he would wake up.
A moment later, the middle-aged man on the bed slowly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with confusion.
He looked at the ceiling, then turned to survey his surroundings. Finally,