Inside the room.
Jiang Ning wiped the bloodstains from Lin Qingyi's shoulder. Her flesh was like jade, and the wound lay exposed in plain sight.
Jiang Ning glanced at it, then placed his fingers on the wound.
At once, he felt as though his fingertips had touched needlepoints and wheat awns, a faint prickling pain passing through them.
As the wound was tugged, Lin Qingyi's neck shrank back slightly. Her slender neck and clear collarbones were revealed.
"Bear with it!" Jiang Ning said.
As soon as the words fell.
Lin Qingyi's expression shifted slightly.
No one knew her own body better than she did.
At that moment, she could feel the sword intent lingering in her wound rapidly dissipating.
Using intent to transform intent!
The thought flashed through her mind in an instant.
Once she realized it, she found it all the more unbelievable.
Using intent to transform intent.
To achieve this, one needed an artistic conception no weaker than the opponent's in order to dissolve it peacefully.
Otherwise, forcibly resolving it would instead provoke the sword intent left within the wound, sending it into a frenzy and worsening the injury.
Several breaths later.
Jiang Ning withdrew his hand, his gaze falling once more upon the conspicuous wound on Lin Qingyi's shoulder.
With the residual sword intent eliminated, the wound had already begun to slowly heal.
A third-rank Grandmaster had entered the Blood Exchange realm. Their body possessed terrifying vitality and an extraordinarily powerful capacity for self-healing and regeneration. After multiple blood exchanges, the regenerative power of their fleshly body could reach the terrifying level of regenerating severed limbs.
Although Lin Qingyi had only just entered the third rank, after the sword intent was cleared away, what appeared to be a horrifying injury was merely a flesh wound.
A moment