Chapter 2055 — A Deep Admiration
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Ah, Brother Wei Zhao, you already know?" Han Jingyi had not wanted to come down looking like this, but hearing his words, she knew she could not hide it any longer. She shuffled downstairs reluctantly, and at the sight of Wei Zhao, tears of grievance spilled from her eyes: "Brother Wei Zhao, I cut my head—my face is ruined. You won't like Jingjing anymore, will you!"
"Why would you say that?" Wei Zhao realized that Han Jingyi was, in truth, quite fragile.
"Jingjing thinks Brother Wei Zhao only likes pretty girls and doesn't like ugly ones," Han Jingyi said. "Otherwise, why is everyone around Brother Wei Zhao such a beauty?"
"Good grief, that's just coincidence," Wei Zhao said. "Besides, Jingjing is very pretty too."
"But Jingjing's face is ruined now!" Han Jingyi pointed miserably at the bandage on her forehead.
"Ha, it's fine. I'll heal it for you." Wei Zhao smiled faintly. With one hand he pressed the pulse point on Han Jingyi's wrist, and with the other he laid his palm on her forehead. Barely several dozen seconds passed—before Han Jingyi even realized what was happening—and he withdrew his hand. "Done!"
"Done?" Han Jingyi blinked in bewilderment. Just now she had felt a faint coolness spread across her forehead, and then Wei Zhao told her it was done.
"Mm. See for yourself if you don't believe me." Wei Zhao pointed at her forehead.
"Huh? It really does seem to hurt less..." Han Jingyi touched her forehead, a little surprised. Trusting Wei Zhao completely, she unwound the bandage and ran her fingers over the wound—what wound? There was nothing there!
Apart from a handful of salve on her fingers, the skin was smooth and delicate, with not the slightest trace of a wound.
"Go wash that salve off," Wei Zhao said with a smile.
"It's really healed?" Han Jingyi had never imagined that Wei Zhao could cure her wound with a single touch. It was simply too miraculous!
"Go look for yourself and you'll know," Wei Zhao said.
"Mm-hmm..." Han Jingyi hurried off to the bathroom, where a cry of astonishment rang out, followed by the sound of water splashing against her face.
A moment later, Han Jingyi came dashing out of the bathroom, overjoyed: "Brother Wei Zhao, it's really healed! You're amazing—Jingjing admires you so much!"
Wei Zhao felt a little embarrassed, being admired by a genius girl like this—he truly did not know what to say... In truth, his road to success had been bitterly hard. His only stroke of luck, perhaps, was that his constitution happened to suit the cultivation of the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art; add to that the fact that he had worked harder than anyone else, and only then had he come to possess the formidable powers he had today.
But Wei Zhao knew full well his own measure and his own shortcomings. The strength he had today came entirely from painstaking cultivation and from coincidences of fortune!
Wei Zhao could not compare with the scions of those hidden families, and still less with the disciples of those ancient sects and ancient clans!
Without the jade pendant's space, Wei Zhao might well still be stuck at Yellow Rank. For better or worse, he lacked a master to guide him—indeed, on the path of cultivation, Wei Zhao could honestly say he had not a single soul to even consult!