"That's right. As long as master Zhi Han can cure my son, the Feng family will be grateful to you. No matter if it's cultivation techniques or spiritual herbs, the Feng family will do anything. " Feng congyun's despairing heart stirred again as he said.
"I can try, but this person's technique is too exquisite. Even if I cure him, I can only restore 80% of his strength at most. It will be impossible to improve his cultivation in the future." Zhi Han said.
"Thank you, miss Zhi Han. As long as he can be like an ordinary person, even if he doesn't have strength, I'm satisfied." Feng congyun said with great joy.
In reality, not to mention recovering 80% of his strength, let alone being like an ordinary person, as long as he could make Feng lengsong wake up, he would be satisfied.
Zhi Han didn't say anything more. She took out an exquisite wooden box. When she opened it, there was a row of silver needles of different lengths. They were made exquisitely.
