He saw that Su Ling'er had finally regained some color and nodded in satisfaction, that inscrutable smile appearing on his face once more.
"Junior Sister, how do you feel?"
"I… Senior Brother, I…"
Su Ling'er was at a loss for words.
But Lin Qingfeng didn't wait for her to finish and continued on his own.
"Very good, little Junior Sister. You must remember, for us Cultivators, our mortal body is the raft that carries us across the world, the foundation that bears the Great Dao.
If the foundation is unstable, how can one even speak of Cultivation?
I had you rest well today so that your raft could be repaired, to consolidate your foundation and nurture your essence. Because…"
He clasped his hands behind his back, turned, and tilted his head to gaze at the moonlight from a perfect angle, adopting the air of a transcendent master.
"Your great opportunity is about to arrive."
Su Ling'er's heart tightened. "Opportunity?"
