Wang Li Teasing Liu Xue

Palace Mistress Jiu Lan exited the infirmary tent, her movements imbued with a newfound sense of purpose. The revelation about Wang Li's healing technique had shifted her priorities. She needed to address the concerns of the sect first, but the information about the technique danced at the forefront of her mind.

 

Emerging into the camp, she found a group of elders and disciples huddled together, their faces etched with worry. Relief washed over them as they saw their leader.

 

"Palace Mistress!" Elder Zhu Xingyu exclaimed, stepping forward. "You're awake! Thank the heavens!"

 

A reassuring smile graced Palace Mistress Jiu Lan's lips. "Indeed, Elder Zhu. I am recovering well. No need to worry."

 

Murmurs of relief rippled through the crowd. They had all been on edge, unsure how to proceed without their leader. The thought of another Iron Hammer Sect attack while the Palace Mistress was unconscious was a chilling prospect.