His hands immediately pressed against the wound.
Warm blood flowed between his fingers.
The sensation made his heart sink even further.
A moment later, and the wound might have become fatal.
A moment later and—
Su Mo forcibly stopped that thought.
"Healing Technique."
The words came out hoarse.
Brilliant green light erupted from his palm.
The pure Yang energy within his body surged out without reservation.
Normally, he would carefully control the flow of spiritual energy, which made the healing process slow but conserved his spiritual energy reserves.
This time, he didn't care about the energy reserves. All he cared about was the speed of healing.
If he delays, Yang Qingxi might…
The wound on Yang Qingxi's neck began to repair itself rapidly under the healing light. The bleeding gradually slowed.
Yet Su Mo wasn't satisfied. More spiritual energy poured into her body.
His attention never left Yang Qingxi's face.
