All thirteen Silver Needles were glowing, trembling violently, and at this moment, the Family Head Qin's body was also shaking continuously as if subject to a great stimulus.
Half an hour had passed, Ye Luo's forehead was covered in sweat, his complexion pale, his body slightly swaying.
At that moment, Mu Qingsong suddenly approached from behind Ye Luo, placed a palm on his back, and a surge of pure strength flowed into his body, immediately restoring the color to Ye Luo's face.
Meanwhile, Family Head Qin's originally bloodless face had returned to normal, and his faint breathing was gradually recovering.
"Rise!"
With a loud shout, all thirteen Silver Needles simultaneously left Family Head Qin's body. Ye Luo waved his hand and gathered all of them, tucking them back into the small bag.
Ye Luo exhaled a turbid breath once more and turned to look at Mu Qingsong, saying, "Thank you, Elder Mu, for your assistance just now!"
