From what Fang Yuan understood after coming to this world, cultivators were never meant to heal like this. At least… not this fast, not this thoroughly.
In the novels Fang Yuan had devoured in his past life, healing of such scale was common.
He had assumed the same principle applied in this world except thirty years here and there was not even a hint of it visible.
He had then started to believe such ways of cultivation belonged only to the novels he once read, not in the reality he now lived in.
And yet… today it seemed those lines were not as clear as he had once believed.
Every fiber of her being screamed the unsolved mystery.
Xiao Bai had not only cultivated her qi but her very flesh, bone, and vessel itself.
He remembered those long hours of childhood days spent hoarding scrolls and manuals obtained from the other great families.
His method had been very simple, offering the hot-headed young masters a chance at revenge.
