Zhou Xuan opened his mouth to respond, but Yun Lintian noticed how exhausted they were—their divine energy depleted, their bodies on the verge of collapse after a hundred years of survival in this hellish place.
With a wave of his hand, an emerald light enveloped the three survivors. The divine energy surged through them, repairing damaged meridians, replenishing lost vitality, and even reversing some of their premature aging.
Zhou Xuan gasped as color returned to his cheeks. Mei Ling stared at her rejuvenated hands in disbelief. Bai Xue touched her face, tears welling in her eyes.
"T-This..." Zhou Xuan's voice trembled. "Senior, you... you healed us?"
Yun Lintian didn't answer. Instead, he flicked his sleeve, summoning a carved wooden table and chairs. He sat down gracefully and gestured for them to join.
Yue Zhihe wordlessly poured tea and placed plates of spiritual fruits and cakes before the stunned trio.
