Lin Huang's blood was like boiling water.
It wasn't an illusion - he could clearly feel the scorching heat rising from his Dantian, rushing along the meridians, and exploding when it hit the point where the meridians were broken, causing him to bend like a shrimp in pain.
"Master..."
He only had time to shout out these two words before he fell off the bed.
Su Qingyue was meditating in front of the window when she heard the sound and came to his side. She pressed Lin Huang's back, pouring in her Qi and exploring it down his spine.
Lin Huang's muscles and veins were all in chaos. Wherever the qi goes, the meridians will spasm, and the fractured meridians are frantically devouring his remaining vitality.
"Don't move."
Su Qingyue's hand moved from his back to Mingmen point, her palm pressed against his skin, and the true energy flowed in inch by inch.
Lin Huang lay on the ground, his clothes soaked with cold sweat, and his teeth chattered loudly. He could feel the master's true energy - warm, with a clear coolness, wrapping around the turbulent air currents, and pressing back bit by bit.
