Pei Ling even had time to glance at Wei Huai. "Don't be jealous," he said coldly. "You couldn't have this if you tried."
Wei Huai: He wasn't jealous in the slightest!
He was receiving treatment! The needles were still stuck in him! Pei Ling was only saying that to provoke him because he couldn't move, wasn't he!?
Wei Huai kept his face blank while complaints tumbled through his mind. At the same time, he felt Qiao Ranran's gentle Spiritual Power follow the path of the Silver Needles. Wrapped in a strange force, it began to travel through his Meridians.
He couldn't describe the sensation. Qiao Ranran was only examining his Meridians, yet wherever her Spiritual Power passed, he felt a weight lift. Even his Spiritual Power, which had recently begun to show signs of stagnation, flowed a little more freely.
It was wondrous, as though his Divine Soul had grown lighter and clearer. The Life-Bound Sword nurtured in his Dantian trembled softly, conveying how much it liked the feeling.
When she finished placing the needles, Wei Huai's complexion had improved, but Qiao Ranran looked more troubled. Pei Ling's behavior just now had been too strange. It was as if he had guessed something, and his expression now suggested he had confirmed it.
"Don't you have anything to say?" she asked, turning to Pei Ling.
Pei Ling smiled and nuzzled the top of Qiao Ranran's head. "Daoist Wei is the one who should have something to say."
Wei Huai: "..." Was he allowed to complain?
Complaints aside, after what had just happened, Wei Huai understood that the two before him could probably help him. So without further ado, he told them about the strange things he had experienced over the years, especially those involving his cultivation and Life-Bound Sword.
He had