As Shen Lian looked at Qing Xiao, he could feel her gaze.
Her gaze was special. It was cold and detached, and she seemed to look down on everyone as though they were no more than ants.
Such gaze was supposed to make someone uncomfortable, as most would not like to be seen as mere ants. However, most would not find Qing Xiao's gaze repulsive, as she clearly saw everyone as ants; it showed that what she saw did not make any difference in her heart.
An impartial heart; this was considered as an advanced state of attainment in both Daoism and Buddhism.
He remained silent, and he finally spoke, "Master Qing Xiao, Daoist Dengfeng's Taiyue Real Shape Incantation is not the only reason behind your injuries."
A hint of shock flashed past Qing Xiao's face, but it was a fleeting emotion. She replied coldly, "Why, you want to help me heal?"
Shen Lian seemed to be in a complicated mood. He bowed respectfully as he said, "I shall excuse myself now."