As she worked, the needles trembled and rotated, responding to the flow of energy coursing through Yan Xing's body. Zhao Ling's eyes narrowed in concentration, her mind focused solely on the task at hand. With each passing moment, she could feel the tension in the air easing as Yan Xing's breathing became more regular and his vital signs stabilized.
Jingsheng's eyes widened in amazement as he watched Zhao Ling expertly manipulate the needles. He recognized the technique immediately – it was the same one that Venerable Wang had used to treat Zhao Yue.
However, as Jingsheng studied Zhao Ling's movements more closely, he began to see that her skill was even greater than Venerable Wang's. Her hands moved with a fluidity and grace that spoke to years of training and experience, and she seemed to possess an innate understanding of Yan Xing's body and its needs.
