Regardless of how much time had passed, Michael could never mistake the woman that stood before him.
It was none other than Nicole.
Her piercing gaze observed his battered body, then wordlessly she put her palm over his shoulder, his injuries instantly recovering.
What she was doing at the moment was an ability the vast majority of Lords possessed. By channeling their reserves of spiritual energy into another's body, they could cause injuries to heal at an unnatural speed.
Of course, this rate of recovery was only possible because of the vast difference in power between them. Had Michael been a Supreme Lord like Nicole, even expending all of her energy would not have been enough to heal him.
That was why the stronger a cultivator got, the rarer it was for them to risk their lives, as the number of people capable of bringing them out of a near-death state grew narrower.
Once his wounds mended together, and his skin returned its luster, she spoke.
