The Body Sect's rest area was set up in a large tent on the eastern side of the arena.
The moment the tent flap closed, most of the noise outside was shut out.
Two accompanying disciples gently laid the unconscious Long Aotian flat on a cushioned couch, then bowed and withdrew to one side.
Du Busi strode to the couch and pressed his palm against the crown of Long Aotian's head.
Dark green soul power extended from his palm and seeped into Long Aotian's brow.
Several Body Sect elders gathered around them inside the tent, holding their breath and focusing intently. None dared make a sound at a time like this.
A moment later, Du Busi relaxed his fingers slightly and slowly withdrew his hand. His taut jaw finally loosened a little.
"Sect Master, how badly is Aotian hurt?" Lang Ya stepped forward and asked quietly.
"It's nothing serious." Du Busi snorted and sat down in the grand armchair beside him.
"His sea of spirit simply suffered an unexpected shock, triggering his body's self-protection mechanism and forcibly cutting off his consciousness."
"There are no cracks in either his sea of spirit or his soul origin. Once he's had some sleep and his spiritual power settles on its own, he'll wake up."
Only then did the elders around him all breathe a long sigh of relief inwardly.
Long Aotian was the most gifted successor of the Body Sect's current generation, the one in whom they placed their greatest hopes. If someone had truly crippled his sea of consciousness with a single move in a place like the Ming Capital, the Body Sect would have torn this whole stage apart on the spot today.
Having confirmed that his disciple was unharmed, Du Busi looked through the slightly open gap in the tent