But that was not the end.
The Soul-Returning Grass's medicinal power was far too abundant. Even after opening his third Spirit Vein, half of it remained.
It surged violently through Lin Shisan's body, expanding his meridians and strengthening his bones wherever it passed, as though remaking him from head to toe.
Feng Xian'er's eyes lit up, and a gratified smile finally appeared on her lips.
Bai Ziyin also nodded slightly, a flicker of approval crossing his eyes.
Just then, a faint, almost imperceptible chant-like cry suddenly came from within Lin Shisan.
It was very quiet, so quiet it seemed like an illusion, yet it carried a vast, ancient aura.
Bai Ziyin raised his brows slightly, his gaze deepening.
He seemed to have sensed something, something impossible to describe or explain, like some ancient inheritance, or a dormant bloodline awakening. But when he concentrated on capturing it, that aura vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
It was gone.
"There's something to him."
A faint curve lifted the corner of Bai Ziyin's mouth.
He neither questioned nor investigated.
Everyone had their own secrets. As long as they did not endanger the Sect or involve a matter of principle, he could not be bothered.
Feng Xian'er seemed to have sensed that cry as well, and she could also tell that Bai Ziyin must have sensed something.
But since Bai Ziyin did not pursue it, she naturally would not bring it up herself. They simply understood without saying anything.
"Junior Sister Feng, Shisan's injuries are no longer a serious concern."
Bai Ziyin turned, sweeping his gaze outside the Bamboo Hut.
Several people had gathered there at some point.
There were Gu Canghai of the Gu Household, Ling Fengnian of the Ling Household, and Elders from the other two