Chapter 2618 — Was I Just Dreaming?
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At first, he had held back again and again, out of regard for the fact that Xuanchen Ancestral Master was his junior fellow disciple, and out of regard for the bond they had shared under their master. But today, he could bear it no longer! How could these people be so vicious? To treat a little girl like this—they were nothing but heartless wretches!
Xuanchen. Xiao Shiyi. The White Leader drew a deep breath, and at the same time raged at his own weakness. If only he had been ruthless enough back then to expel Xuanchen from the sect, none of this would have happened today. But now he was a cripple—it was no longer even possible to go arm-wrestling with Xuanchen.
"Xiao Yi, how is the situation?" Several times the White Leader wanted to pull out his phone, call Xuanchen, and cancel the plan, but after hesitating a long while, he finally set it down. This was the wish of several generations of masters—he could not let Xuanchen's selfishness ruin it. And yet a crack had already opened in the bond between him and Xuanchen, one that could never be mended.
"I'm healing her. Master Bai, please guard the door for me and don't let anyone disturb us!" Wei Zhao said.
"All right." The White Leader nodded hurriedly. Though he did not know whether Wei Zhao could save Han Jingyi, he nodded all the same and said, "Then shall we wait by the door?"
"Good!" Wei Zhao could not have asked for more. He did not want the White Leader to know, for the time being, that he was using the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art to heal Han Jingyi. It was not that he did not trust the White Leader—it was that the White Leader actually came from the same sect as Xiao Yi and Xiao Shiyi. Until Wei Zhao understood the situation clearly, he could not afford to reveal too much about himself!
The incident in the Ulonghot Mountains last time had left Wei Zhao filled with regret. He had been too careless then, assuming that Tagan Long was merely a family of some foreign power, never imagining that their people would track him all the way to Donghai City. So he had casually made up the name Zhang Naipao—and in the end, they had still found him by following the clues.
Now it seemed he would have to be more careful in everything he did from now on, not the slightest bit careless!
After the White Leader, Sun Jingyan, and Wang Xinyan had gone out, Wei Zhao continued healing Han Jingyi. Han Jingyi felt a wave of warmth suddenly spread through her body, a feeling so comfortable and blissful—was this the so-called bliss people felt before dying?
Han Jingyi felt her injuries seeming to slowly improve. But was that possible? No, it couldn't be—definitely not! How could being held by Wei Zhao cure her wounds? It was utterly impossible, even if silver needles were stuck into her body, still impossible...
Yet the next moment, Han Jingyi noticed something was a little off. It seemed she really was getting better? And she had more energy than before?
"Brother Wei Zhao? Is Jingjing not dead?" Han Jingyi opened her eyes again. Her big, watery eyes still bore traces of blood, but they were far more spirited than before!
"Of course you're not dead." Seeing that Han Jingyi had finally taken a turn for the better and passed the most dangerous stage, Wei Zhao could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. From here on, as long as nothing unexpected happened, Han Jingyi would recover!
The damaged organs and parts of her body could all be slowly repaired by the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art! Wei Zhao was deeply thankful that he knew the art. Otherwise, even once her wounds healed, Han Jingyi would be a cripple, and she would likely feel that death would be better than living.
"Brother Wei Zhao, you're so amazing—Jingjing really does seem to be getting a little better?" Han Jingyi was both startled and delighted, her eyes wide with disbelief as she looked at Wei Zhao. She had never imagined she could truly come back to life.