With the sun shining on him, the missing part of Xu Le's body slowly materialized before Ai Li's slightly astonished eyes: first bone, then flesh and blood, followed by skin and hair.
As Xu Le's body gradually recovered, the weight that had been hanging over his heart finally lifted.
Under certain special circumstances, part of the Promotion requirements had already been fulfilled. With so many people watching, did fooling all those people count? He just didn't know whether there would be any additional effects.
Beside him, Ai Li's gaze flickered. Although she had secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that Xu Le was all right, her expression actually turned cold when he fully recovered.
"Warlocks really are all liars."
The corner of Xu Le's mouth twitched. He felt that Ai Li's words carried a double meaning, or even a triple meaning.
"I used my own ability to restore myself. There's nothing unreasonable about that, is there?"
"Was I talking about restoring yourself?"
"Then what were you talking about?"
"Idiot." Seeing that Xu Le was fine, Ai Li moved to get up and leave. Her own injuries were very serious too. Even with her strong physique, delaying treatment like this could very well leave lasting problems.
"Wait." Xu Le suddenly caught hold of Ai Li, stopping her from leaving just then.
Xu Le had recovered, but Ai Li's injuries hadn't healed at all. What was the defining characteristic of a severely injured girl again? Weakness.
Ai Li stumbled as soon as Xu Le grabbed her, and he took the opportunity to steady her.
Yes, he made no other moves.
"Let go."
"Won't you fall if I let go?" Despite his words, Xu Le withdrew his hand, looking a little guilty.
Ai Li's brows creased deeply as she said coldly: