Before the wind tribulation, Li Yan had handled everything fairly easily, so the healing of some of his injuries had not caught Mo Qing's attention.
But as Li Yan faced the wind tribulation, his injuries multiplied, and the constantly flickering specks of silver light drew Mo Qing's notice.
He focused his divine sense on Li Yan's wounds. Before long, he discovered to his astonishment that they were rapidly healing on their own, without any pills.
Even more astonishingly, besides using magical treasures to counter the wind tribulation, Li Yan actually endured its attacks with his physical body.
Those winds contained a trace of astral wind. Though exceedingly faint, it was there all the same.
When Mo Qing had faced this trial himself, he had used four magical treasures in succession before finally making it through.
Even so, the wind tribulation had carved seven wounds into him, deep enough to expose his internal organs.
Even now, recalling those seven wounds made Mo Qing feel lucky to be alive. Though he was no body refinement cultivator, he believed his flesh could withstand direct attacks from quite a few magical treasures.
Yet beneath the wind tribulation, it had been as fragile as fruit, splitting open in deep wounds with every cut. His spiritual power barrier had been utterly useless.
Moreover, those traces of astral wind made the wounds extremely difficult to heal quickly, and the bleeding was hard to stop.
Under ordinary circumstances, that would have been tolerable. At least the wounds were healing; he would simply have needed more time to recover.
During a heavenly tribulation, however, the situation was vastly different. Constant blood loss drained one's stamina and severely affected one's ability to face the remaining trials.
Yet Mo Qing could clearly see that Li Yan was not only meeting the