"Really? My father, he'll be okay, won't he?" Lin Xiaoyan's eyes sparkled with tears as she sobbed.
"If Qingyun Sect dares to do anything to Uncle Lin, I'll make sure they pay back double!"
Ye Luo's eyes flashed with a firm and piercing cold light, his body exuded an unbeatable aura carrying the air of an Emperor.
Shortly after, Lin Xiaoyan was comforted by Yan Ling and Li Wanqin, while Ye Luo, seeing Miao Xiaoling's pallid complexion, couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Ling, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing. I just used my Spiritual Power to channel Spiritual Energy to help you recover from your injuries. It consumed a bit too much, but I'll be fine after some rest," Miao Xiaoling shook her head and said.
"I see."
Ye Luo had been wondering why his injuries had recovered so quickly and even his True Qi had been fully replenished. It turned out to be thanks to Miao Xiaoling.