The moment Chu Mojin entered the Ice Veil Hall, he saw medicine pots strewn all over the floor. Many still held considerable amounts of medicinal liquid. One sniff told him just how many of his precious herbs Chu Luohen had squandered.
He secretly ground his teeth and decided to check on the little girl first.
Upon entering the inner chamber, he saw Su Jiu lying unconscious, her pale little face utterly bloodless. Chu Luohen sat beside the bed, his eyes likewise closed. One of his palms rested against Su Jiu's.
He could clearly sense Ice Spiritual Qi flowing between their hands.
Only after another hour did Chu Luohen release Su Jiu's hand. He slowly circulated his energy, drawing the surrounding Ice Spiritual Qi into his body, then opened his eyes and regarded Chu Mojin coldly.
"So you remembered to come back." His sarcastic tone carried more than a trace of anger.
Yes, Chu Mojin had a bad habit: whenever he finished a mission, he never returned immediately, but went off to amuse himself first.
Chu Mojin rubbed his nose and muttered, "You didn't send me a voice transmission."
Then he walked over to the bed and pressed directly against the meridians in Su Jiu's wrist. He sent a strand of divine sense through her meridians, growing more alarmed the further he examined them.
"Silver meridians?" Though curious, he had cultivated for over three hundred years, after all, and had seen plenty of unusual meridians.
"Still, her meridians have indeed been completely restored. At least those spirit herbs you ravaged didn't sacrifice themselves in vain." At this, a few traces of heartache crossed Chu Mojin's face.
Unable to conceal his exhaustion, Chu Luohen shook his head. "She's been like this for over seven days."
"I help straighten out the flow through