Aftermath (1)

The moment they returned to the Profound Heaven Sect, the two could no longer suppress their anxiety and rushed straight for Spirit Medicine Peak.

Yu Xuan True Person, having received the message, was already standing quietly outside World-Saving Hall. His plain-colored Daoist robe fluttered faintly in the mountain breeze. Seeing the two figures draw near, he raised a hand in signal. His gaze was as still as a deep pool, silently pressing down some of their panic.

The wooden door opened with a soft click. Dozens of glazed lamps hanging within the hall suddenly flared to life, their warm yellow halos instantly filling every corner and making the room bright as day.

The three injured men had been carefully placed upon three adjacent cushioned couches, each covered in faded brocade that carried a faint scent of mugwort.

Yu Xuan True Person stepped forward at an unhurried pace. He first placed two fingers upon the wrist pulse of the man on the outermost couch, lightly rolling his fingertips as he closed his eyes in concentration. A moment later, he bent to examine his eyelids, then slowly pressed along his chest and abdomen, checking the three men one by one.

In an instant, the three were settled on adjacent couches beneath the lights of World-Saving Hall. Yu Xuan True Person soon arrived. He carefully examined their pulse conditions, checked their eyelids, and pressed their chests and abdomens. His furrowed brows gradually eased.

"Little Two and Little Seven are seriously injured, but thankfully, their vital points were protected, and their heart meridians were not gravely damaged. It is a blessing amid misfortune." His voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly to every corner of the hall, allowing those whose hearts had been hanging by a thread to finally breathe half a sigh