Ling was still skeptical about Quan Im's proposal to become his Martial Spirit, voluntarily.
"Hold it right there… uhukk." Ling coughed a mouthful of blood. His organs were failing faster than he thought, strength waned and faded.
"Thoust body hast not much time left, I see." Quan Im says. "Mortals are frail and fragile… like a newborn fawn."
Quan Im touched his forehead with her fingertip. Light came forth to embrace Ling's body. He could feel the warmness, rekindling his depleted Dantian with a profound Qi Energy.
His whole being was being deconstructed and reconstructed at the same time till the molecular level. All of his wounds were completely healed.
Ling was grateful and very upset at the same time by the fact that he needs to be healed by someone else and Guardian Deity in this matter.
