Ye Qianning was well aware of her body's injuries. The wound from the mutated tiger on Four-direction Mountain had yet to heal, and a poisoned arrow had pierced her chest, grazing her heart.
Her heart was naturally positioned differently from most people's, slightly off to the side. The arrow had struck her right in the chest, and though it hadn't hit the center of her heart, it had grazed the edge.
The poison had seeped into her heart. Although she had spent the past two days in her space dispelling the toxin, her body showed no signs of change. It remained in a deep slumber, unable to awaken.
"Little one, you have to trust this old man," the old Taoist chimed in at the perfect moment. "If you come with me, I guarantee you'll wake up. Otherwise, you can forget about ever waking up again in this lifetime."
Ye Qianning looked up at him, skeptical.
'I'm not even sure I can wake myself up. Can he really do it?'
