The green spores shimmered faintly in the chamber, swirling through the air like glowing dust.
They danced around Wei Ji's body, and wherever they landed, the torn skin and bruised muscle beneath his robes began to knit together slowly.
The pain that had spread through his veins was easing, like a tide pulling back from the shore.
Lu Shaohua watched in silence, her eyes wide with both awe and concern, her hands still holding the bandages she had been wrapping moments ago.
Wei Ji took a slow breath, feeling his lungs stretch without the sting that had been there just moments earlier.
He flexed his fingers, watching the faint green light pulse under his skin before fading away. "It's working," he murmured, more to himself than to her. Then, realizing she was still staring, he turned to her and smiled lightly. "Do you want to know how I did it?"
Lu Shaohua blinked, then nodded softly. "Yes, young master Han Ji. How did you do that?"
