Atop the Heaven-Worship Altar.
Lu Changfeng withdrew his gaze, turned, and crouched down, pressing his right hand to Huai Li's wrist again.
Shennong Qi slipped into the old priestess's meridians like silk spun by spring silkworms, reconnecting and nourishing, inch by inch, the channels torn apart by the backlash of her lightning art.
The Great Restoration Pill had already stabilized her Dantian and meridians, while Shennong Qi pulled her another step back from the brink of a lamp burning through its last drop of oil.
A Nian knelt beside her, watching her grandmother's pale face slowly regain its color and her faint breathing grow steady. Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled back into her chest.
She raised her sleeve to wipe the tears from her face, looked around, and asked softly, "Sir, where is Miss Bai?"
"..."
Lu Changfeng felt rather awkward.
The treatment reaching that point at the end had not been entirely Bai Qianqian's doing. He had failed to hold himself back, too.
What Bai Qianqian had said in her half-conscious state was essentially a confession, and his response had effectively confirmed their relationship. That made things very awkward.
For one thing, the doctor-patient relationship was no longer innocent, and Bai Qianqian had a powerful enemy behind her. Breaking the Lovesickness Gu would inevitably infuriate someone as arrogantly disdainful of everyone as Yan Xiu. He would certainly strike.
Lu Changfeng had not yet obtained the deathless medicine, nor did he want to simply leave over something like this. With his current strength insufficient, he could only seek outside help-from Ji Xian, for instance.
But Ji Xian wanted a husband who would marry into her household, so under these circumstances, he could hardly make his relationship public. Lu Changfeng wanted protection, not to become a