Chi Ling led Miao Lingling to the edge of the spring.
She pulled out a handkerchief from her clothes, bent down, and soaked the handkerchief.
Then, she immediately stood up and wiped Miao Lingling's cheeks with the handkerchief.
Feng Lin watched the scene unfold before him and instantly furrowed his brows.
Miao Lingling's swollen face and the bruises at the corner of her mouth quickly returned to their original state.
It felt just like Liu Nian's body.
After Chi Ling finished wiping, she immediately tossed the handkerchief to the ground.
The handkerchief gradually decomposed and melted until nothing was left.
"What is this stuff?" Feng Lin walked over and asked.
"Yellow Springs, which is also the origin of our name," she replied.
Liu Nian waved at Miao Lingling, "You can go up now."
"Yes."
Miao Lingling nodded. Before she left, she stole a glance at Feng Lin, then stepped up the stairs and departed.
"Can this water heal wounds?"