Standing in front of Gu Sheng, Wushuang Taoist raised his hand towards his shoulder.
Gu Sheng only felt a warm flow pass by, and then it quickly disappeared.
Just as he was immensely surprised, Wushuang Taoist had already withdrawn his hand.
"Whose disciple are you? Why is your spiritual energy so abundant?"
Pressing his lips together, Gu Sheng did not reveal the truth, but vaguely said, "I was just influenced by some spirit grass."
Looking at him, Wushuang Taoist gave an enigmatic smile.
"I see."
Gu Sheng did not explain further, and she did not press the matter.
"You mentioned before that I must be growing herbs for personal use; do you know what injuries I've sustained?"
"If I'm not mistaken, your Dantian is damaged, and your meridians are sealed."
After Gu Sheng spoke, Wushuang Taoist nodded.
"You are indeed correct."
Upon hearing this, Hong Mei's tears fell even more fiercely.
