Three days later.
Inside the wooden cabin, the scent of sandalwood lingered in the air, creating an elegant fragrance.
"Cough, cough."
Lying in bed, Ye Xuan coughed heavily a few times.
Lan Lao, who was meditating, wore an anxious expression, hurriedly came forward, picked up a wet towel, and wiped the blood from the corner of Ye Xuan's mouth.
Ye Xuan's physical structure was very special, something Lan Lao had only discovered in recent days.
Because Lan Lao clearly observed that even those severe injuries, despite the flesh being mangled, would heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye on Ye Xuan's body.
On Ye Xuan's body, there was a penetrating wound, a sword injury, that pierced through the white bones. But at this moment, when Lan Lao untied Ye Xuan's clothes, he was surprised to find that the sword wound on Ye Xuan's chest had already scabbed over and was nearly healed.
"S... Senior Brother..."
