"Is there really no hope then?" Lu Sheng looked crestfallen.
"Hope?" The old Sect Master laughed. "We’ve always been searching for one… a pity…" he put the white stone powder to his mouth and sucked in a deep breath of it again.
"Oh, right, all inner Qi with Yang-attribute has some effect against them. Who’s to say that there isn’t a possible way out when one cultivates inner Qi to an unprecedented realm?" He half-joked.
"…" Lu Sheng remained silent, but his face looked ugly.
"Alright, you’ve asked your questions. If there’s nothing else, go back and nurse your wounds. Since you’ve been wounded on official business this time, you can collect medicinal powder from the pharmacy. Your contributions will also be recorded. It’ll be pegged at Grade A, Third Class," old Sect Master said. "Enough for you to exchange for assorted skills and pills or weapons. But, I advise you to spend them on a weapon suited to yourself."