After settling on the idea of using an alias, Ye Qing went off to cultivate, looking thoroughly satisfied.
The next day, Ye Qing came as promised to treat Ma Xiaotao and the other two unlucky kids, but while he was treating the three of them, Huo Yuhao arrived carrying Wang Dong, who was still unconscious.
An entire night had passed, and Wang Dong still had not woken up. Burning with anxiety, Huo Yuhao could only come and ask Ye Qing whether he could give Wang Dong a shot of Holy Light Healing too.
Ye Qing, however, hesitated a little.
He did not know whether his Light of the Holy Hall took priority over the suggestion implanted by Tang San's divine consciousness. If it did, would it be regarded as Mental Hypnosis and trigger an instinctive counterattack from Tang San's divine consciousness?
If that thing was triggered during treatment and jumped out to take a shot at Ye Qing, things would really get entertaining.
But after thinking it over carefully, Ye Qing realized that the Light of the Holy Hall was not a mental attack. On the contrary, if one disregarded its passive effect of gradually brainwashing the recipient into Ye Qing's sway, it even helped the mind recover.
Ye Qing had already tested it on Ma Xiaotao.
During his first treatment of Ma Xiaotao, she had been mentally exhausted and weakened. Once Ye Qing hit her with a healing spell, she immediately felt refreshed and clearheaded, as though she had been reborn.
Then... shall I give it a try? Ye Qing opened his palm and tossed a shot of Holy Light Healing onto Wang Dong.
Under Ye Qing's nervous gaze-
-nothing happened.
Sure enough, an ultimate talent could not be judged by common sense. Had this been a Hypnosis Soul