The bamboo-fenced courtyard was very tranquil, and Ye Feng swiftly settled Hong Qingyan down.
Old Man Huang stood by the bedside, his brows deeply furrowed, not uttering a word.
Ye Feng glanced at him and couldn't help but ask, "How is it, Old Huang, can you see what's going on inside Qingyan's body?"
Old Man Huang's eyebrows furrowed even more, and eventually he shook his head and sighed, "There's no way, it seems that since this old man has arrived, I can't even discern the symptoms. What's affecting her unconsciousness is in the sea of consciousness, her divine soul. It's embarrassing to say, but I have no way to investigate that."
Hearing this, Ye Feng had an idea. He speculated that Old Man Huang probably hadn't developed spiritual power yet. Otherwise, he should have been able to discern some clues. In other words, maybe Old Man Huang's combat power was stronger than his own, but he was weaker than himself in terms of spiritual power.
