After seeing the wound on his palm heal,
Li Feng slowly lifted his hand to his neck and wiped away the thin line of blood.
By the time his fingers touched the wounded area, it had already sealed.
Only a faint itch remained.
This just showed how much vitality his body possessed.
Even without actively trying to heal himself, everything was already done by the time he went to check it.
"Senior Brother… you're hurt."
Ning Jianli stared at him, her face pale and filled with worry.
Her heart couldn't help but tremble at the sight of blood, as she knew just how powerful and tough Li Feng's body was.
She had personally seen him take attacks as if they were nothing and had also… experienced firsthand how powerful his body was on the bed.
Ordinary attacks basically couldn't harm Li Feng at all.
And yet that surprise attack managed to cause some damage.
Even though it was minor, it just showed how terrifyingly sharp that sword intent truly was.
