This pat on the chest made Jin Cengran realize there wasn’t a single spark on his heart.
A flicker of confusion passed through his eyes. He pinched the lapel of his suit jacket to inspect it, but found nothing. Then, it struck him, and he pulled out the red string that was hanging around his neck.
He saw that the talisman paper hanging on the red string had already turned pitch black.
Upon seeing this, Jin Cengran fell silent for a moment, his mind flashing back to what his sister had told him two days ago.
"It will alert you when you meet a noble person."
So, was this him meeting a noble person?
He lifted his gaze and looked around, finally resting his eyes on Gu Zhiqi.
If she could heal his internal injury, she truly would be his noble person.
Seeing Gu Zhiqi crouching at the edge of the pit picking up medicinal pills, Tang Yichen pushed Jin Cengran towards her, "Gu Xiaoxi, are the elixirs ready?"
Hearing Tang Yichen’s question, Gu Zhiqi turned her head to look. She saw Tang Yichen and Jin Cengran being wheeled over by him, paused for two seconds, then let out a faint hum before turning back and continuing to sift through the soil.
Soon, she unearthed seven medicinal pills from the pit, tucked two of them into her storage bracelet, and handed the remaining five directly to Jin Cengran, "Take one pill every five days, starting with one today. Your Ancient Martial Arts should recover after twenty days."
Jin Cengran took in Gu Zhiqi’s words, but didn’t immediately reach out for the five elixirs. Instead, he just stared at the hand Gu Zhiqi extended with the medicinal pills, in a dazed state.
Could his Ancient Martial Arts really be restored?
Although there was the precedent of Yun Yan, and this young lady had said she could heal him, Jin Cengran hadn’t fully believed from the start.
It had already been two years.
Not long, yet not short.
In these two years, he had seen countless divine doctors, his hopes ignited and extinguished time after time to the point of becoming numb.
He pretended to be strong, like nothing really mattered to him.
Only he knew how envious he felt when his brothers went on missions, how much he hated himself for not being able to lend a hand when needed, and how he loathed his own helplessness.
But there was no help for it; no one was able to mend his foundation. For the sake of his friends and family, he had no choice but to keep all his despair and sadness bottled up, making himself appear more upbeat and optimistic...
And now, the medicine was right in front of him, and the young lady was telling him he could be restored.
Everything felt unreal, as if he were dreaming.
Seeing Jin Cengran standing there motionless, Gu Zhiqi called out, with an inquiring tone, "Mr. Jin?"
Only when Jin Cengran heard Gu Zhiqi’s voice did he snap back to reality and immediately reached out to take them, "Thank you."
"Remember to transfer the money."
Gu Zhiqi indicated that she didn’t need thanks; she just wanted the money.
Jin Cengran nodded, "Of course."
Even though Jiang Qi had activated his Vital Energy to resist Fu Xiyan’s assault, the disparity in power was too great. The strong wind unleashed by Fu Xiyan hit firmly against Jiang Qi, sending him flying a good distance away.
Seeing Fu Xiyan lay hands on Jiang Qi, Gu Xiyue wanted to intervene, but noticing that he seemed to be just testing Jiang Qi’s cultivation level, she stood by silently instead.
"Cough, cough cough..." Jiang Qi finally stabilized himself, clutching his chest and coughing violently, not forgetting to look at Fu Xiyan with hostility, "Who the hell are you?"
Fu Xiyan ignored him, walking over and coming to a stop beside Gu Xiyue, "Why are you here?"
Fu Xiyan was a head taller than Gu Xiyue. To meet his gaze, she had to tilt her head up slightly. She didn’t answer his question but instead asked him, "Aren’t you here too?"