In the bamboo house cut off from the world, Pan Long sat in the middle, with Bi Lingkong and Lie Yukou on either side of him, the three seated in a row.
Pan Long held Lie Yukou's left hand in his right and Bi Lingkong's right hand in his left. He drove the Blood Firmament Divine Art at full force, drawing an endless torrent of vitality from Lie Yukou, surging like a great river. Within his body, he transformed it into the kind suited to Bi Lingkong, then passed it on to her to mend her hidden injuries.
Of the three, Lie Yukou looked calm and wore a smile. Bi Lingkong's face was full of curiosity; if she had not been undergoing treatment, she would probably have peppered them with questions already. Only Pan Long looked grave, his eyes shut tight and a faint sweat on his brow. He concentrated completely, not daring the slightest lapse, as though facing a formidable enemy.
His face also flushed red and turned white by turns. When red, it looked as though blood had been poured over it, making him appear terrifyingly fierce. When white, it resembled the face of a corpse long dead, without the slightest trace of life.
Lanling Kuang stood before him, watching with a frown and a hint of tension in his expression.
Of the four, Lie Yukou only had to provide vitality, which put virtually no strain on an undying Immortal. Bi Lingkong was relying on Pan Long to heal her, and her life truly hung by a thread, but she was usually so carefree and high-spirited that even if she felt any pressure, she would never tell anyone.
By comparison, Pan Long, who was concentrating on three tasks at once as he drove his art at full force,