"There, Bingjing, stop crying. I'm fine. Now that my Glazed Bone has recovered, I just can't control my power yet. Things haven't reached the point of no return. I know my own cultivation well enough; I just need to go into seclusion and meditate for three to five centuries."
Chen Liushang smiled with narrowed eyes while pulling Bingjing's hand, feeling somewhat constrained because she knew her cultivation was no longer what it used to be. She also knew how deeply the Miasma had spread beyond the Barrier, and feared that the outside world was already plagued by many demons, strange phenomena, and bizarre illnesses.
Hearing this, Bingjing felt a pang of heartache, and with a choked voice, she said, "Lord Spirit Master, you're lying to me. Don't I know what the outside world is like right now? Even if your cultivation recovers, you will surely have to travel across all these realms in the future to deal with the worlds and lands contaminated by the Miasma. The outside world must have already seen heavenly anomalies; all tribes have lost their true nature, consumed by greed, desire, and all sorts of strange sicknesses. The flora and living beings of this world have probably been destroyed as well. Sob... Lord Spirit Master... what are you going to do? Bingjing is so weak now, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you in the future..."
Chapter 113