Seeing the look of profound disappointment on Li Qiu’s face, Monk Xinyuan could guess his thoughts. Li Qiu was blaming himself for failing to completely heal his severed limbs.
Li Qiu considered Xinyuan a true friend, and the Monk’s presence was a source of warmth and joy to him. With a gentle laugh, Xinyuan said, "Benefactor Li, you are becoming attached to appearances again. The medicinal pill was effective; although it could not reattach the bones, the flesh and skin have improved immensely. Look, the skin has regained its vitality. This is already far better than how those limbs looked like withered branches about to rot away."
Li Qiu knew these were words of comfort, but he was no longer the simple-minded person who could be placated by a few phrases. He took one of Xinyuan’s arms into his hands and channeled his Wood Spiritual Qi through the monk’s entire body, flushing it repeatedly. It only helped clear out old ailments and made Xinyuan feel more spirited; reattaching the limbs was beyond his power. Moreover, Xinyuan was now a mortal; if this spiritual flushing were too frequent, his body would not be able to bear it.
Chapter 243