"Master, I've just about reached my limit here…"
In the western section of the city, at the auxiliary mansion, in the second-floor bedroom.
Ling sat by the bedside, both hands holding onto the right hand of the silver-haired girl upon the bed. One could see a haze of dim silver-gray light flowing between their hands. With a sigh, the dark-haired golden-eyed young man creased his brow slightly, and softly whispered, "This energy residing inside my sister's body is too stubborn—I can't draw out that much of it; just this much is already all I can do."
"You can stop then, if that's the case. There's no need to push yourself."
Joshua stood at the doorway, leaning against the wall, his head turned towards the bed. "At least her condition really does seem to have improved. Not a bad job, Ling. Just be careful not to let yourself catch the same thing."
"Alright." Saying this in soft reply, Ling closed his eyes wearily and began to rest a little.
