Passions run high, yet Chen Lin embodied the essence of this proverb perfectly.
About a moment later, Liu Qinghan opened his eyes. The fatigue that once filled his gaze had dissipated, leaving only a trace of tranquil clarity.
Seeing Liu Qinghan like this finally eased Chen Lin's heart a bit.
Liu Qinghan said nothing more, but from his slightly flickering eyes, he could see Chen Lin's urgency. Thus, he chose to remain silent and resumed the refining from before.
This refining was extremely exhausting, as were the herbs. Success depended solely on quantity, which was why Lin Chen had gathered so much soul grass.
If the quantity was too scarce, then the potency would naturally be insufficient, leading to failure, especially since Chen Jie's injury was not minor.
Liu Qinghan stretched out his palm, and power surged once more. He grasped the soul grass in his hand and began a new round of treatment.
