Chuzheng called out to Master Yin Er, who was about to leave: "Jing Lan's spiritual power cannot be restored?"
Master Yin Er was suspicious: "Why are you asking this?"
Chuzheng: "Just asking casually."
Master Yin Er turned back, leaned on the railing, and sat on it.
"This matter... is difficult," Master Yin Er said. "Jing Lan's injuries are severe, and the damage to his spiritual power is permanent. Even Spirit Restoration Liquid may not be able to fix it."
"Is there no other way?"
Master Yin Er stared at her for a few seconds, then slowly shook his head: "No."
"Oh."
"If that incident hadn't happened, Jing Lan would probably be the most admired person in the galaxy by now."
"Do you know the truth about that incident?"
Master Yin Er whistled nonchalantly: "I don't know, but I believe in Jing Lan. He's not that kind of person. He wouldn't disregard so many lives. Something else must have happened then."
Chuzheng: "Since there's another reason, why doesn't he say it?"
