The countless threads of wind on the lake, through some inexplicable means, passed through the array and gusted onto the scene, brushing the mist away and lowering the temperature.
A reflection of the moods of the two people conversing.
"My medical arts are inferior to Shang's, and also to Yin's."
The Elder of Heavenly Secrets gazed at Chen Changsheng and said, "If those two had no means, then I also do not know how to begin."
Chen Changsheng gazed into the distance. Where the wind had scattered the mist, he could faintly make out the beautiful sight of the dark blue lake.
"However, based on my speculations, since this problem of yours lies in the fact that the explosion of your sun wheel when you were an infant caused your meridians to be blocked up, if you no longer attempt to cultivate, even completely disperse all the true essence in your body, perhaps you could barely maintain your present condition for a while, or at least…delay the breaking out of your injuries."
