Zhou Yu was extremely focused; he didn't speak, merely rotating the silver needle in his hand rhythmically.
As it turned, the silver needle gradually changed from gold to red.
A blazing heat emanated from it.
Ye Zhongshan's expression grew even more pained.
Just then, Zhou Yu suddenly withdrew the needle.
As the needle was pulled out, a stream of black blood spurted forth.
Zhou Yu raised his hand and struck out; Nether Fire True Qi instantly swept over, enveloping the black blood and vaporizing it cleanly within moments.
Shortly after, Ye Zhongshan gradually returned to normal, color returned to his face, and his mental state was obviously much better than before.
Seeing this scene, Sun Xuansheng exclaimed excitedly.
"Zhou Yu, is Elder Ye... cured?"
Zhou Yu shook his head.
"Elder Sun, don't celebrate too soon; I've merely temporarily alleviated his symptoms. His condition is complicated, far from being as simple as to heal easily."
