The white Cauldron Breath roamed around the Old City Lord's body and found nothing.
Generally speaking, diseases and severe internal injuries under the perspective of the Cauldron Breath would reveal black spots of varying colors.
Mild symptoms, gray, slightly more severe, black, if even more severe, then ink-colored.
Moreover, the more severe the disease, the deeper the color, the larger the area, the more difficult and time-consuming it is to devour, which is known as the treatment cycle.
However, in the Old City Lord's body, there were no black spots or lesions in the organs, blood, or meridians.
In this way, the Cauldron Breath simply had no room to perform.
"How can this be? Could it be that the Old City Lord is not sick at all?"
Ye Lingyue's face turned considerably grim.
She had never known there was a disease in this world that even the Cauldron Breath couldn't see through.
