On a dark, moonless, windswept night...
In a secluded courtyard of the Hall of the Medicine Immortal, moonlight spilled over the ground like water. The surrounding flowers and grasses swayed gently in the breeze, forming a beautiful painted scene.
Lin Zihan stood quietly beside the jade table at the center of the courtyard, her figure looking somewhat lonely and resolute beneath the moonlight.
Seated before her was a beautiful young woman with elegant bearing and lovely features-Lin Zihan's master, the deputy Hall Master of the Hall of the Medicine Immortal.
After a moment of silence, the woman finally could not help letting out a soft sigh before speaking in a wistful voice:
"Zihan, tomorrow you will step onto the Life-and-Death Arena to fight to the death. I truly disapprove of your decision.
Your talent for medicine is exceptional. As long as you devote yourself to cultivation, you will surely make your name resound throughout the world in time and become a legendary physician.
Yet you refused to heed my advice and insisted on keeping this appointment with life and death. Though my heart aches for you, there is nothing I can do.
Still, I can offer you some help. I will place a trace of my own power inside you. I hope you never have to use it."
With that, the beautiful woman extended a finger and lightly touched Lin Zihan's forehead.
A ray of light shot from her fingertip and instantly sank into Lin Zihan's forehead.
Lin Zihan felt a powerful force surge into her body, and warmth welled up in her heart.
She looked gratefully at her master and said:
"Thank you for your kindness, Master. Your disciple will always remember it. My friends and I agreed long ago to fight for our lives in the Life-and-Death