Ye Huai Feng paused for a moment and obediently lay down on the small couch.
Qiann Yan walked over, brought a chair to sit beside him, and pressed her palm against the position of Ye Huai Feng's Spirit Root. He only felt a warm spiritual power entering his body, swirling around at the position of his Spirit Root.
"Don't be nervous."
Ye Huai Feng pursed his lips, staring at Qiann Yan's face up close, momentarily mesmerized, unknowingly relaxing: "Yes."
Master truly is different now; the worries between her brows have all faded, now replaced with confidence and clarity.
Qiann Yan observed the shattered condition of Ye Huai Feng's Spirit Root. Originally, the Ice Spiritual Root should be the size of an index finger, smooth overall, emitting a gleaming white light, cool to the touch.
However, Ye Huai Feng's damaged Spirit Root was full of cracks, only half the size of an index finger, the light very dim, with a fracture in the middle.
