After Lu Mingyue came in, he originally wanted to speak, but seeing this situation, he also shut his mouth.
Golden light poured down like flowing water from the crown of the human body on the stone platform, washing over the surface skin and flesh, and also washing over the bones and meridians. From Lu Mingyue's position, he could see that the bones exposed by the split wounds on the human body were also dyed gold.
The color was indeed dyed on, rather than an illusion projected by the light.
Then, the hundreds of wounds on the human body on the stone platform closed and healed at a visible speed. During this process, sweat poured from the body like pulp, and the muscles all over his body convulsed. Clearly in a comatose state, he yet seemed about to be wrenched awake by immense pain.
However, he ultimately did not wake up.
The golden light on the stone platform scattered, and the monk in front of the platform still stared at the human body, looking over it from head to toe many times, seemingly completely unaware that an extra person had entered the room. Looking at his appearance, Lu Mingyue did not dare to disturb. After a long while, the monk exhaled a breath and spoke, raising his head:
"Why did you think of coming here?"
The monk had splashed bloodstains on his body and hands, which was very glaring. Yet when he raised his head, he had a straight nose, square mouth, and a dignified appearance, with short stubble at his lips that, like his eyebrows, was a mixture of black and gray, combed very neatly—if one did not count the several blood spots on it.
Compared to him, although Lu Mingyue was not too ugly either, his complexion had an