Even after being harmed, Qi Song had always believed he would not misjudge people forever.
Look, hadn't he now met that legendary young female genius?
Su Jiu could tell that Qi Song was genuinely happy.
So happy that he had almost forgotten his patient...
Su Jiu was somewhat speechless, and rather helpless too.
Still, she also felt that he was rather pitiful, and far too earnest for his own good. From what he had just told her, Su Jiu could tell that he was someone who could still trust others wholeheartedly even after truly being harmed time and again.
Su Jiu suspected that the reason his companions had not schemed him to death was also because he seemed far too foolish.
Yet someone like him possessed a rare clarity of heart. No wonder he had reached the nascent soul realm at such a young age.
If he liked someone, he would surely do so wholeheartedly, without a single stray thought.
Having such a disposition might have been a blessing in peaceful times, but this was the cultivation world, cruel and merciless above all, drenched in blood. Every cultivator had walked a path of thorns.
Perhaps this healing cultivator named Qi Song was a little different, because he had rolled straight across those thorns.
Su Jiu noticed that the method Qi Song used to treat the young woman surnamed Liu seemed different from those of other healing cultivators.
Rather than placing his fingers on the young woman's pulse, he held his palm above her dantian. Even with her naked eyes, Su Jiu could see wisps of green thread spilling from his palm and seeping into the young woman's dantian.
Perhaps out of curiosity, Su Jiu activated her otherworldly eyes. Only then did she discover that, after entering the young woman's dantian,