As time slipped away, Jing Jing's brows furrowed more tightly, beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and her palm releasing the magic power began to tremble slightly.
Yet she didn't stop. She gritted her teeth and continued to urge the Magic Source to spin rapidly, releasing more magic power from her palm.
All the damaged organs in Qing Xun's body finally fully healed, leaving his skin free from any scars, and even his dark green clothes became clean and tidy again.
The pallor of gray faded from his face, and a faint blush appeared.
Finally, Qing Xun's fingers made a very subtle movement.
The magical power in Jing Jing's palm disappeared, and she slowly lowered her hand, placing it on her curled knees, her eyes remaining closed.
