Chapter 27

Qingmiao's tears streamed down her face as her voice trembled. "Master, you must hold on!" Zhuque also transformed back into her human form, looking at the unconscious Mu Yanfeng with deep anxiety. We hurried to help Mu Yanfeng lie down, and with my heart racing with anxiety, I immediately began to treat his injuries. Holding my breath and concentrating every ounce of my focus, I examined his wounds, seeing that many of them were so deep his bones were visible, and his breathing was so faint it was barely perceptible. I carefully retrieved a treasured healing pill, gently parted his lips to place it inside, and then channeled my internal energy to help dissolve it. Next, I summoned my spiritual power into both hands, slowly pressing them over his wounds as a soft glow emanated from my palms, seeping into his flesh bit by bit.