Cooking The Heavens

Inside a cave, Huang Xue cradled Feng Fan in her arms, her eyes closed as she channeled her wood spiritual qi, its gentle energy known for strong healing properties, around both of them.

"Huang Xue, what's happening? Why aren't Fanfan's injuries healing?" Xue Qiang asked, her voice trembling with worry as she watched the scene.

"I-I don't know," Huang Xue stammered, her face pale with doubt and concern. "Something's stopping his injuries from healing. With his condition, he should have already been teleported out of the pocket dimension, but… even that isn't working."

Around them, the group who had fought against the Heavenly Sword Sect stood, each nursing their own wounds. Despite their collective injuries, Feng Fan's condition was by far the worst.

Thanks to Tan Wei's pills and Huang Xue's efforts, most of their wounds had been treated. But Feng Fan… he was the exception.