Hearing the sound Huang Xiao made, Uncle Sun knew he had regained sensation, but the sound had been unconscious. Bringing him fully back to his senses would not be so easy.
Uncle Sun's fingers began striking the major acupoints across Huang Xiao's body with ever-increasing speed and frequency, until an ordinary person's eyes could no longer follow them.
Had the village chief or the other villagers seen Uncle Sun's movements, they would have been astonished, unable to believe their eyes. In their minds, the oldest man in the village was already decrepit and slow, needing someone to support him even when he walked.
After nearly a quarter of an hour of rapid, continuous tapping, sweat seeped from Uncle Sun's face. But the cold inside the room was so intense that the sweat froze into frost on his face as soon as it emerged.
When he withdrew his fingers, he was breathing heavily. That sustained burst of effort had consumed a great deal of his energy.
By then, Huang Xiao's body had begun to respond. When Uncle Sun withdrew his fingers, Huang Xiao had already regained consciousness and discovered that, although the condition inside his body was terrible, it was countless times better than before he lost consciousness.
He knew someone had been treating his injuries while he was unconscious. If his guess was correct, his meridians had been completely severed when the cold erupted, yet now they had actually been reconnected and were still being repaired. Even the damaged parts of his dantian were slowly mending. He was intensely curious about who had saved him. Even the Valley Master could do nothing about injuries like these, yet an expert in this little mountain village had treated him.
But however much Huang Xiao wanted to know, he dared not open his