"Eh? Qingyue, why are you all disheveled and your clothes unkempt, plus those heavy dark circles under your eyes? Isn't your injury healed yet? You've been in closed-door cultivation for seven days now; should you have recovered by now?"
Yao Xuanzhou checked Li Fan's pulse, then appeared startled. "Wow! Your cultivation has greatly improved! Can the Wuji Yuan Ying really be cultivated this quickly? You're truly a prodigious genius... just like a ghost..."
"But why do you look so listless? Huh? Why have you been scratched?"
"No, no, no, it's nothing, nothing at all!" Li Fan hurriedly shook his head, withdrawing his hand into his sleeve as he made faces and said, "Elder Yao, you were looking for me, does that mean the sect has another mission for me? Just give the order! Serving Mo Zhu Mountain is an honor for me, Li Qingyue! Whatever it is, leave it to me! I'm begging you!"
