On a barren hill in the vast desert, Song Ciwan was casting a spell.
As the motes of Spiritual Qi from the Ganlin Healing Skill began to fade, Song Ciwan raised her right hand again.
This time, she did not form another hand seal. Instead, she brought her index and middle fingers together, a strange power flowing from their tips. A faint sound of wind and thunder began to rise between heaven and earth.
Though the sound of wind and thunder could be heard, neither element converged.
The sun still hung high over the desert, and a scorching anxiety burned in everyone's hearts.
As one, they all focused their minds and held their breath, filled with both anticipation and tension.
'Could Liu Qingqing really be saved?'
'Even if she could be saved, how much of her body could be restored?'
'Her external wounds might heal, but what about the internal ones?'
'And how much of her spirit and Cultivation could she recover?'
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