As her divine sense cleared, she finally felt that her entire body, all the meridians, were as if torn apart, her Qi Sea ruptured, and even her Heart Meridian faintly showed cracks.
Indeed, she was still alive, but seeing the injuries within her body, Han Yan found it very difficult to feel happy. With such severe injuries, her cultivation was completely ruined, and whether she could wake up was a big question.
Just as Han Yan was secretly regretting, Sikong Qinglan's low and distant singing voice began again. "Life Hymn!" Han Yan instantly realized that it was Sikong Qinglan's Life Hymn, astonishingly similar to Ye Yanran's Heavenly Rain Divine Healing. Listening to the singing, Han Yan could imagine him dancing like a shaman, but this time, she didn't find it funny, only profoundly moving.
She could tell that Sikong Qinglan's Life Hymn this time was filled with reluctance and deep affection, that mournful feeling like a cuckoo crying blood, clearly singing with his life.
