To transfer Bing Xinghe's injuries without letting anyone else discover it, Su Ling took out the Advanced Protective Formation and set it up to block their view.
About an incense stick's worth of time later, Su Ling withdrew the formation.
Bing Xinghe felt his fully restored body.
Damage Transfer had not only transferred away all his new injuries, but also the hidden injuries and old ailments that had accumulated in his body over the years.
Bing Xinghe now looked more than ten years younger. Half the gray hair at his temples had turned black.
Feeling the changes in his body, Bing Xinghe could barely contain his smile, though he soon regained his composure.
"Su Ling, thank you!" Bing Xinghe gave Su Ling a deep bow.
"Elder Bing, there's no need! Wind Snow City still needs you at the helm," Su Ling said.
"No, I'm no longer suited to it. And now, it's even less appropriate for our three great families to govern Wind Snow City together."
"Wind Snow City needs someone stronger to lead it."
With that, Bing Xinghe looked at Su Ling and said, "Su Ling, why don't you take the position of Wind Snow City Lord? You're the best candidate."
"Me?"
"Elder Bing, let's forget about that. I'm not suited to it, and I'm not from the Far North either," Su Ling said.
Even if he were to build a force of his own, Su Ling would not do it in the Far North.
"Now isn't the time to discuss this anyway. Elder Bing, let's hurry back. Bing'er and Xiao Lin are both very worried about you."
"All right, let's head back first," Bing Xinghe said.
He glanced at the young man from the Ice Flame Sect on the ground, who had received the transferred injuries. The young