This Bed Must Have Been Blessed With Evil

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Ye Chen's hand moved in a rhythm as the golden needle in his hand pricked Jing Xiao's acupuncture points.

There was no pain in this process, and all she felt was a slight cold feeling wherever the needle pricked.

After this, a warm current entered her body, gathering inside her dantian and meridians.

However, her attention wasn't on this but on the technique, he was using to treat her.

She had seen many medicine techniques performed by her grandfather, father, and many other medicine masters.

But none of them could hold a candle to his; even her technique, which she has gotten from ancient ruins, seems to be pale in front of it.

The reason was the Life Qi, which was condensing in the needle at his actions.

Of course she can do this too, but the purity of life Qi would not even compare to the tenth percent of his.