Alor Duchy Cathedral.
In a quiet room, Ling Fan took out a soul-nourishing Spirit Grass from the Cang Ling Realm, sat cross-legged, and silently operated the Tempering Divine Art.
Having barely managed to unleash three Blades of the Divine Soul at the same time, his Soul Power had completely entered a state of languor, to the point where he could not unleash even a single one anymore.
Otherwise, with his personality, how could he let that guy off the hook?
Rex sat by the side, not disturbing Ling Fan as he recovered his strength.
His own condition was also somewhat weak, but it wasn't a big problem. The side effects from the Sacred Medicine he had taken before were not too serious, and he would recover after resting for a couple of days.
In Rex's hands was a cup filled with spiritual liquid unique to the Holy See, which, when drunk, helped quickly alleviate the side effects on the body.
After a short while, Ling Fan exhaled a breath of turbid air and stood up.