Luo Beixi stood there without moving. His gaze shifted from Youhuang lying on the bed to the black-clad young man beneath the great tree, back and forth. Unease churned within him, his heart pounding like a drum.
The black-clad young man, Wang Xing, did not make him wait long. After roughly sixty or seventy breaths, the soul power radiating from Wang Xing rapidly withdrew.
Luo Beixi had been waiting all along. The instant he sensed Wang Xing retracting his undisguised soul power, he immediately looked over, hoping for a favorable answer.
After Li Yan withdrew his soul power, he lowered his eyes as though pondering the results of his examination. Luo Beixi did not dare open his mouth to ask.
After another twenty-odd breaths passed in suffocating silence, Li Yan finally raised his eyes toward Luo Beixi. The first thing he saw was a pair of expectant yet uneasy eyes.
From his earlier examination, Li Yan felt that with his attainments as a Soul Cultivator, supplemented by a certain soul-pellet medicine, the outcome should not differ too greatly from his initial assessment.
His techniques accounted for sixty percent of the efficacy here, while the soul-pellet medicine accounted for forty percent. Neither could be dispensed with. Even so, there was only a sixty to seventy percent chance of success.
"There is still some possibility of waking your younger sister. However... there is also a thirty to forty percent chance that she will perish on the spot.
"So whether she should be treated is for Fellow Daoist Luo to decide. If your younger sister remains unconscious like this, she can at least still be considered alive in this world. But should the treatment fail, her soul will scatter and dissipate. She will not even have the chance to enter reincarnation."
After contemplating