Liaozhen collected the severed limbs and broken bodies with a heavy heart. When he reached the edge of the village, he discovered Luoyu lying on the ground. Initially, he thought this too was a corpse, and in his heart he lamented that such a young life had been cut short so soon. Yet when his fingers brushed against Luoyu's skin, a faint pulse fluttered against his palm, and a joy he could not put into words welled up inside him.
There was a survivor!
A rich, profound Buddhist energy flowed from Liaozhen's palm into Luoyu's body. Luoyu, who had slipped back into unconsciousness, slowly blinked awake. She wanted to express her thanks, but her throat was dry and hoarse; her lips moved, yet no sound came out.
Chapter 32