Upon hearing this, Zhou Zishu was stunned for a moment. He raised his head, and his gaze coincided with Wen Kexing’s. Suddenly, he felt a warmth in his chest--unbelievably, there was someone who constantly kept an injury that even the Great Shaman of Nanjiang had shaken his head at and deemed hopeless in their thoughts. Why bother doing so? Dazed, he reflected that everyone in this world was as though strangers who met by chance; they were no more than guests from another place who were briefly in the same situation. Could it be that...this person was actually sincere?

Once again, he turned his gaze away out of reflex, but felt Wen Kexing’s gaze on him. It felt like it had weight and warmth to it.

Long Que chuckled coldly. “A medical book, truly a sacred artefact. The kind of place the Healers’ Valley is, acclaimed for saving people from ailments and diseases--could it hide the manual away from sight? This Yin Yang Manual is a technique of transfer. To restore a person’s pulse, one has to exchange the patient’s heart with a beating heart that has been freshly ripped out from another person’s body...what kind of sacred artefact is this?”

Zhou Zishu asked, “Did Madam Rong really…”

Long Que was silent for a long while, then he sighed. “It is human nature to favour close ties and treat strangers with detachment. She was no saint; she was no more than a woman who betrayed her sect for her husband. Us outsiders cannot comment on whether her actions were right or wrong.”

“Rong Xuan lived,” Ye Baiyi said.

“Yes,” Long Que said. “He didn’t only live. I do not know if it was coincidence, or if that mantra is truly so devilishly strange, but after he woke up, the true qi within his body experienced explosive growth. After experiencing death once, he had really grasped that half of the manual. He didn’t even give Madam Rong the chance to cry on his shoulder in relief at regaining the person she had lost, and headed to cultivate in seclusion straightaway in order to restore the upper half of that book.”

Ye Baiyi evaluated, “Little beast.”

Long Que continued, “Whatever happened afterwards, I do not know in detail either. My wife was about to give birth, and I focused on staying by her side. It was extremely risky for her in labour. The doctor managed to pull mother and son from the gates of Hell back to the land of the living, but after that, her body was completely depleted of vitality. I stayed by her side for half a year wholly; in the end, even the doctor was powerless to do anything else, and finally…”