The vine trembled violently, like it had seen a ghost, and swiftly slithered away.
I landed from a height and walked towards Xintang.
Qing Li, disregarding her own injuries, transferred her Spiritual Power to her.
Qing Li, with memories from her past life, has gone through countless reincarnations to relearn the Forbidden Woman Witchcraft.
Her Spiritual Power, being extraordinary and pure, infused into Xintang's body.
Although it couldn't heal the wounds, the bleeding finally stopped.
The worry in my heart eased a little; if the bleeding continued unchecked.
And without the Cultivation Spiritual Garment, Xintang would definitely be in mortal danger.
"Mom, it's all my fault for being useless, for not being able to protect you." Lin Xintang woke up.
Seeing her own mother, whom she was holding, covered in wounds, tears of sadness slipped from the corners of her eyes, filled with self-reproach.
