"Sect Leader, does that mean you can save Ling Luo?" Bi Luo asked, suppressing her inner excitement and looking at Jiang Xiaobai full of hope.
"As long as she's not dead, it's not a difficult task."
For someone with Jiang Xiaobai's level of cultivation, as long as a person hasn't been taken by the King of Hell, reviving her is not a hard task.
Bi Luo stopped speaking, quietly clenched her fists, and watched Jiang Xiaobai with intense anticipation, waiting for the moment of the miracle to happen.
Jiang Xiaobai took a deep breath, reached out to the air as if grasping something from the void, then suspended his palms over Ling Luo's body. A continuous stream of white mist emerged from his palms, enveloping Ling Luo completely, and also entered Bi Luo's body.
About fifteen minutes later, Jiang Xiaobai withdrew his hands. Bi Luo immediately stepped forward to look at Ling Luo on the bed.
"Sect Leader, Ling Luo doesn't seem to be responding."
