Xiao Yue could barely believe her eyes.
In front of her eyes, Yang Shu started to undo the bandages around her body. The bloody bandages fell and revealed a smooth chest and back without a single scar let alone a bloody wound. The woman herself did not believe what happened. She kept rubbing against her spine in confusion.
Yang Shu's broken spine was completely healed. Even the scrape wounds were healed and she looked as good as new.
"Brother Xi'an?" She whispered in fear while shaking at Xi'an's body. "Brother Xi'an, what happened?"
Xi'an was fine. He was exhausted and depleted, but he woke up after sleeping soundly for a few hours.
Xiao Yue blinked at the scenes before her in disbelief.
"Ancestor, I don't understand," Xiao Yue turned to face the Xi'an next to her. "Regular shamans cannot do this at all."
"Of course they can, under certain circumstances."
Xi'an started to explain as they watched the following scenes.
