Yan Dao sat up, flexing his shoulder experimentally. His eyes widened. "The pain I've had since the Shadow Cliff Battle… it's not there. It's like my body's a decade younger."
Lin Mu gave a faint smile. "The sutra purges deeply. The older the wound, the more eager it is to be released."
Yan Dao gave a laugh, throwing his head back. "Marvelous! To think a sword cultivator would heal me better than the Healing Hall itself!"
Lin Mu stood up and bowed respectfully. "It was my honor, Elder. Please don't strain yourself yet. Let your body stabilize."
The elder nodded. "Agreed. Though… I must say, Lin Mu… if the sword path ever fails you, you'd make a fine healing master."
One of the other elders chuckled. "Let's hope he stays on the sword path. We can't afford to lose such a monster of a swordsman to the medical halls."
