"Hmm, how do you feel?" Fang Lin nodded and asked with concern.
Qing Jianzi forced a bitter smile: "How could it be? I can't feel a trace of inner strength, so it seems that my cultivation is wasted."
Fang Lin fell silent, for indeed Qing Jianzi's cultivation was wasted. It would be difficult for any martial artist to accept having their cultivation destroyed.
"I'm sorry, I'm powerless to help," Fang Lin said, his tone carrying an apology, tinged with a hint of sorrow.
If Fang Lin possessed the cultivation of the Spirit Bone realm, perhaps he could refine a type of high-grade pills to help Qing Jianzi restore his cultivation.
But Fang Lin currently lacked the ability to refine such pills unless he entered the Spirit Bone realm.
"You've already healed my wounds. As for my cultivation, that's fate; there's nothing to be done," Qing Jianzi said, not too dismayed, instead comforting Fang Lin.
