At Li Ziqi's residence near the school, the environment was tranquil.
Cai Tan was only clad in shorts, and he sat cross-legged on the bamboo bed as his expression continued to change. On his face, there was hope that he might be cured, as well as trepidation and worry that Sun Mo might fail.
"Tea...Teacher Sun, have I really not exhausted my talent?"
Cai Tan asked one question that had been hidden deep in his heart. Because he failed too many times, he was no longer confident in himself.
"Definitely not."
Sun Mo answered and gathered the qi on his fingertip. He then tapped on Cai Tan's back.
Pak!
A strand of spirit qi immediately flowed into Cai Tan's body.
"Ah!"
