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Inside a secret chamber of the Hundred Refining Sect.

Light flowed here, and auras surged.

Shi Qingwu, her face deathly pale, sat cross-legged on the ground with her eyes closed, aura rising from her entire body. Though her complexion was pale, her exquisite features lost none of their beauty; instead, they seemed to possess an added, unique charm.

Behind her sat a figure in black, likewise cross-legged.

The black-clad figure pressed both hands against Shi Qingwu's back, continuously pouring power into her.

Yet the black-clad figure had long since removed the covering from her head. A head of beautiful long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and beneath it was another stunningly beautiful face, scarcely inferior to Shi Qingwu's.

When the power within their meridians completed one full circulation, both women opened their eyes at the same time.

"How many days has it been?"

Shi Qingwu asked.

"Seven days."

The black-clad woman answered.

"Any news from outside?"

Shi Qingwu asked.

The black-clad woman shook her head and said, "I have been with you these past seven days and have not left."

"You've worked hard."

Shi Qingwu's beautiful eyes shifted, brimming with worry. She could not help murmuring, "I wonder how things are outside... and how Yi Feng is doing."

The black-clad woman opened her mouth but said nothing.

"I hope Yi Feng, all by himself, hasn't run into any trouble."

As she spoke, Shi Qingwu let out a heavy sigh.

"Sect Master, that kid Yi Feng is quite clever. Perhaps he can still handle things now," the black-clad woman consoled her. "In your current condition, you have only temporarily suppressed your internal injuries. You cannot get up and move around, or all your previous efforts will go down the drain."

"So, we should continue treating your injuries."

"The sooner we leave