"Lately, whenever I cultivate, I always feel as though something is weighing on my heart, and I can't muster any energy."
"Sometimes, if I circulate my Soul Power a little too quickly, the impact leaves my meridians aching faintly!"
"More dangerously, several times during cultivation, I nearly suffered cultivation deviation."
At this point, he sighed softly, his tone carrying a measure of helplessness that was difficult to put into words:
"My teacher examined my condition and said I'd rushed my cultivation too much, giving rise to a heart demon. She told me to stop cultivating for now, nurture my state of mind, and dispel the heart demon before doing anything else."
When he raised his eyes, his gaze fixed on Tang Yuehua's face, brimming with expectation and hope, as though the person before him was the only support he could fall back on at that moment:
"I asked around and heard that you had once helped high-level Soul Masters resolve their heart demons, Pavilion Mistress. That was why I dared to come here. I sincerely beg you to help me resolve mine."
As his words fell, he bowed slightly, the earnestness in his bearing plain to see.
Even the steady composure surrounding him softened somewhat, taking on a layer of vulnerability.
Meanwhile, inside Pope Hall in Martial Soul Holy City, Bibi Dong was looking down at the dossiers piled on her desk.
Her slender fingertips brushed lightly over a parchment scroll, her brow marked by concentration.
Suddenly, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and a clear sneeze broke the silence of the hall-
"Achoo!"
Bibi Dong raised a hand and rubbed the tip of her nose. A barely perceptible trace of reproach crossed her eyes, yet the corners of her lips curved into an almost imperceptible smile.
She set down her