Yi Yun had been cultivating the entirety of the past twelve years. He had absorbed nearly forty percent of the Divine Stalactite Marrow, which did not exceed his promise with Bai Yueyin.
"Senior, how are your injuries?" asked Yi Yun.
"I'm fine," replied Bai Yueyin simply.
Yi Yun nodded. He knew that the root cause of her injuries were not that easily resolved. She probably only meant that she had her injuries under control.
Noticing that Bai Yueyin was about to leave, Yi Yun had to ask the question that was burning inside him.
