Watching this elder, who had always doted on him, lying on the bed with a breath as faint as a silk thread, Song Changsheng felt his eyes sting. He gripped the elder's withered hand, and a green glow emerged, instantly filling the room with vitality.
Having mastered the Light of Resurgence, his ability to heal injuries was now much faster and more convenient.
After half an ancient hour of treatment, Song Xianyun's condition had improved considerably. His tightly furrowed brow relaxed slightly, but he remained unconscious.
At this point, Song Changsheng could do no more. After all, Secret Techniques were not without their limits. The rest of the recovery would depend on conditioning with medicine.
After lighting a censer of Soothing Incense for him, Song Changsheng slowly withdrew and went to Song Xianming's room.
