"Hey, wake up, kid!" Xuan Zi shook Tang San. When he got no response, he slapped him outright.
With the crisp crack of the slap, clarity gradually returned to Tang San's vacant eyes. A large swelling rose on his cheek. He had already earned himself a death sentence... Forget it. He was his teacher, after all.
"Enough, Xuan Zi. You're as reckless as ever." Elder Zhuang shook his head helplessly and examined Tang San.
"How is he?" Xuan Zi asked anxiously.
"His body was already injured, and now his mind has suffered a blow as well. But I'm no psychologist. I can only tell you about his physical condition... It's very, very bad." Elder Zhuang shook his head.
Xuan Zi's heart sank. "How bad?"
"Both legs were pierced through, then frozen for a long time. Their bodily functions have been completely destroyed, and many meridians in his thighs are blocked. Most importantly, treatment was delayed far too long, allowing this stagnant blood to accumulate... Unless he has the immortal herbs recorded in history, the ones Ancestor Tang San and his companions took, he will most likely be left with hidden injuries. Those injuries will follow him all his life, and he will never be able to reach his peak condition."
"Even you can't heal him?" Xuan Zi's expression shifted between shock and uncertainty.
"Support-type soul masters tend to be extreme specialists. Take the nine-star begonia martial soul, for instance. It can practically raise the dead and put flesh on bare bones. Even if you die, its wielder can drag you back from the gates of hell. My martial soul isn't as absurd as theirs, but as long as you have a breath left, I can save you too. What we primarily cultivate is life force. In other words, as long