Di Youlin's once-vacant pupils gradually came into focus, and the black mist lingering between his brows slowly thinned.
Di Youlin's condition steadily improved under Ning Xuan's treatment. By the time they returned to the villa on Qingluan Mountain, his rampaging spiritual power had gradually calmed, but due to the Golden Needle Soul Stabilization, he had not yet woken up.
Yan Fuzhen swept Di Youlin into his arms and carried him into Ning Xuan's courtyard.
Ning Xuan removed the Golden Needles from the top of Di Youlin's head one by one. The once-gleaming gold needles were now completely ink-black, the color seemingly having seeped deep into the metal itself.
Ning Xuan then took three needles carved from translucent jade from the second layer of her needle bag. With a flick of her fingers—WHOOSH—the three jade needles streaked into his body like fireflies. Yu Mingche and Yan Fuzhen, watching from the side, saw only a flash of light before the three finger-length needles vanished.
