The little fox was casually placed by Zhou Yitang on the imperial concubine's couch. Earlier, it had sworn that no one would come in, but not long after it said that, it was instantly knocked out. Even if the little fox has a lot of power in its hands, it's only a powerless creature. Chen Yi sighed deeply for a moment, and then, meeting Zhou Yitang's gaze, he suddenly felt his predicament.
The one-armed woman glanced up and down without a trace of emotion and said blandly, "Much better."
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Chen Yi vaguely felt her gaze was a bit odd. Though he couldn't confirm it, he sighed deeply and said, "I don't even know how many meridians have been broken; turning around is agonizing. I'm like a deflated ball, unable to gather energy, and can't tell how much of my martial arts realm has leaked away. If this is considered better, then I have never been so good in my life."
Upon hearing her disciple's woes, she merely responded, "You can be healed."
