Proto-surgery

The incision was small, barely big enough for Theo to maybe fit a single finger of his. 

But that's exactly what the cut was for. Making it any bigger would only serve to add another injury to the list of what Veila's body already had to deal with. 

"It wasn't that bad, was it?" Theo asked, raising his eyes from the girl's stomach to her face. Satisfied with the size of the cut, he slowly moved the knife away before placing it down on the floor. 

Veila… didn't magically cure her voice to suddenly start answering. Instead, she lightly nodded her head.

For a cultivator, a small wound like that could hardly be called a wound in the first place. And while it was rare for them to find something capable of breaching the defenses of their reinforced skin and flesh, it was still nothing more but a tiny wound.