About fifteen minutes later, Linghu Hongyan leapt down from the mountaintop and swept back in front of the grand hall of the Polar Ice Palace.
Seeing their master again, the Linghu sisters' eyes went wide, their pretty faces filled with disbelief, and their admiration for Fang Bai's miraculous medical skills deepened.
Two hours earlier, Linghu Hongyan had appeared emaciated, her skin dry and dull, her hair sparse, and her demeanor entirely lackluster, resembling an elderly woman in her twilight years.
But now, Linghu Hongyan had a well-proportioned figure, her skin was moist and lustrous, her hair was full and black, and she exuded an extraordinary air, looking like a noblewoman in her early thirties.
If one had not seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe that Linghu Hongyan two hours ago and the current Linghu Hongyan were the same person.
