The cultivation speed is rapidly improving.
The speed is so fast, so swift, it's somewhat astonishing.
But after a while, Ning Xue frowned. It seemed that the master's injuries were not serious from the outside, but upon a closer examination, the injuries were indeed severe. Describing the body as riddled with holes is not an exaggeration at all. If a Nascent Soul Cultivator had such severe injuries, he might directly pass away in meditation.
Only a Divinity Transformation Cultivator, with extreme strength in cultivation and exceptionally strong life force, could forcefully suppress the injuries and slowly recover.
"During the combat, the master sustained most of the injuries."
Ning Xue frowned and said, a faint touch of emotion flashed in her eyes.
After the battle ended, she was lightly injured, but the master was severely injured, only because the master had endured too much.
It turns out, the master still has me in his heart, I am not just a maid, nor just a furnace.
