Ning Feiyan was quite satisfied, putting away the gourd, she gently shook it twice, lowered her gaze and chuckled softly: "See, isn't it another interesting secret."
The Divine Origin of the Venerable Immortal level merged into her body. Even if it was only half, the abundant power of Spirit Water transformed into an endless, silent spring rain that nourished everything.
The injuries Ning Feiyan had sustained were gradually healed under this gentle, nourishing power.
The wound on her abdomen, which was bleeding profusely, soon scabbed over and stopped bleeding. The numerous wounds around her body felt like ants crawling and biting, itchy and tingly, obviously self-repairing these external injuries with an astonishing force.
She lifted Hong Zhuang's belt at the back of her waist with one hand, greeted the Ghost Flute Boy, and said: "Let's go."
