Through the body of Weisheng Yueren, she could clearly see the unusual color in his blood that was gradually merging with it, eroding his body.
Qinghe was not confident at all; she had never tried to save someone like this before, but now she had no choice but to give it a try. She placed her palm over his heart, channeling spiritual energy there to form a protective membrane, lest she accidentally harm him.
"Hoo," Qinghe exhaled a breath of murky air, calming herself down. Her palm slowly moved from the heart area, attempting to drive the strange color out of his blood. The human body has too many blood vessels, complex and intricate, but Qinghe didn't show the slightest impatience, slowly treating it as if playing a game. Seeing the abnormal substance in the blood actually moving slowly under the push of her spiritual power, Qinghe got excited, nearly making a mistake, and quickly regained her concentration, continuing to move.
