After bidding the Bais a polite farewell, Su Ming left the recovery room. Outside, he coordinated with Elder Lu. The Medicine Hall would arrange flying carriages to transport the Bais to White Lotus Peak soon. Su Ming then departed on the Crimson Heaven Sword to prepare the guest pavilions.
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Inside the quiet recovery chamber, the echo of Su Ming's footsteps faded into the distance. Elder Bai Zhen sat up in his cot, his thin frame looking frail beneath the heavy blankets, though his eyes remained sharp. He waited a few moments, listening to the silence of the corridor, before raising his right hand.
With a flick of his finger, a faint ripple of Qi spread, forming a quiet soundproof barrier. Even with his Core Formation strength, his skills and reflexes remained intact, executing the minor technique in a flash.
