Boom!
It was as if something had suddenly shattered—a fierce whirlwind emerged, centering around Qin Hai and rapidly unfolded. As soon as it appeared, it whipped up a cloud of dust, forcing all the onlookers to tightly close their eyes and retreat.
At the same moment, Qin Hai's gaze, following a brief moment of daze and confusion, suddenly sharpened countless times over. He looked down at Zeng Rou in his arms, slightly furrowed his brow as if pondering something, and then quickly placed his right palm on Zeng Rou's forehead.
A radiant white light burst forth from Qin Hai's palm, which lasted for nearly half a minute before fading away.
When Qin Hai removed his hand, Zeng Rou's complexion had miraculously regained a hint of rosiness.
However, Qin Hai seemed unconcerned, as if he had expected this all along.
He didn't look at Zeng Rou again but gently placed her on the ground, then he stood up.