Zhiyan lay at the edge of the bathtub, her small face wet with sweat, her dark hair damply draped over her cheeks, lips broken and bleeding, blood oozing out and winding down from the corners of her mouth, more glaring than the crimson in the tub. Her transparent, fragile skin made her appearance shockingly distressing.
Listening to Master Fei's words, she regained a bit of consciousness, but it quickly dispersed, fluctuating up and down like a piece of driftwood on the sea, constantly eroded by wave after wave.
An hour passed, and the pain inside her body lessened slightly. The energy gradually receded from her cells and energy channels and gathered in her abdomen, coiling into an energy ball the size of a fist.
Zhiyan's eyes were tightly closed, her body so numb with pain that she was startled when she saw the energy ball inside her. A trace of fear crossed her little face.
"Hang in there!" Master Fei floated out from the Qiankun Space, comforting her in a deep voice.
