Inside the tiny abode.
Chen Yuling lay still on the plain wooden bed.
Her sweat-soaked robes stuck tightly to her curves.
The sickly pale look that had covered her beautiful face was finally gone.
She now had a soft, healthy glow all thanks to Li Qingmu's violet water spiritual root.
A few hours earlier.
He had carefully guided its gentle healing energy through her meridians to calm the wild yin surges that had been wracked her body and left her collapsed at his gate.
Now, Li Qingmu sat on a low stool beside the bed with both elbows on his knees as he watched her steady breathing with calm detachment.
Behind him stood Li Er and Li Zimo.
The boy gripped a wooden bucket of hot water.
The girl clutched clean towels.
Both children stared wide-eyed at the beautiful stranger with worry on their small faces.
