Chen Yi's current skill level is insufficient to heal the Sea of Consciousness,
but he has a vague idea that it might be worth trying, but that's a matter for later. At least, he must wait until his Divine Sense and Mana surpass Ma Xiaoqiu before he can attempt it.
"Fairy Ma, let's discuss the matter of the Sea of Consciousness later. I can help you to eliminate the Ice Poison today. The process will be very painful, and you might suffer frostbite,
and if successful, your cultivation level will definitely decline. Are you prepared for this?"
"Proceed, Daoist Chen, I entrust my body to you."
Ma Xiaoqiu braced herself, ready to face death courageously. It's hard to imagine that she would entrust her life to Chen Yi after just a few years of acquaintance,
The truth is, her own life expectancy is limited.
Just as Chen Yi was about to undress the patient Ma Xiaoqiu and prepare to initiate the therapy, there was another disturbance at the periphery of the spiritual veins:
