Everything temporarily quieted down.
The red festive banners from before had not yet been taken down, and the whole Qingqiu Fox Country was shrouded in a mournful atmosphere.
Zhuge Cang put away the Golden Needle and said solemnly, "Huyue, you were overwhelmed with anger just now and suffered some damage to your cultivation level. I used the Golden Needle to assist you in recovery, but you shouldn't get too excited and need to rest for a few days!"
Huyue nodded, "I understand, thank you."
Zhuge Cang gave Huyue a strange look, then shook his head and turned to leave the room.
At this moment, Xue An was standing in the corridor outside, gazing into the distant void. Hearing footsteps, he asked without turning his head, "How is it?"
"The body is not of much concern, it's just..."
"Just what?"
"Forget it, maybe I'm overthinking!" Zhuge Cang sighed softly, then walked over to Xue An's side.
"What are you looking at?"
