"Mr. Yi, Lord City God, what should I do now?"
Once Jia Yuntong's agonized screams had faded out of earshot, He Xin immediately asked. She was even more impatient than Yi Shuyuan.
"There's no need to hurry, Miss He Xin. The time has not yet come. Stay here in the Underworld with your mind at ease. When the time comes, I will come to find you."
As he spoke, Yi Shuyuan approached He Xin. She looked very nervous, her hands hovering helplessly in front of her.
Tonight's business had been resolved satisfactorily, and the outcome was just about right. Had they really put Jia Yuntong to the task, Yi Shuyuan would still have felt somewhat uneasy.
Yi Shuyuan now examined He Xin closely from head to toe. Everything about her looked fine, except for the wound that remained on her forehead. After a moment's thought, he spoke.
"One last thing."
With that, the spiritual mist within Yi Shuyuan's inner landscape surged. Threads of spiritual energy gathered at his fingertip, and he touched He Xin's forehead.
A spiritual light flashed between Yi Shuyuan's fingertip and He Xin's forehead, then vanished. A faint glow emerged over her entire soul-body, pulsing like the breathing light of a firefly. After a few breaths, it sank into her body and disappeared.
The wound on He Xin's forehead gradually healed. Even a little color returned to her face, leaving her looking almost indistinguishable from a living person in the mortal world.
Yi Shuyuan was very pleased. He had discovered the wondrous uses of his spiritual energy last time, and this attempt proved even more impressive.
He Xin had clearly felt the changes herself. She looked at her hands, now natural in flesh and bone, and the pain in her forehead had disappeared. She carefully stroked her