Days passed as Lin Mu continued his work.
Then more days.
Three days turned into a week.
Lin Mu remained within the Healing Hall, immersed in his research. He barely left except to meditate briefly or consume some food prepared by Shrubby. The rest of his time was spent analyzing the blood, testing on it, and of course thinking.
The elders did not disturb him.
They understood the nature of such work. They knew it required time and a lot of patience. Yet even after a full week, Lin Mu found himself standing at the same point he had begun.
There was no apparent cause behind the degeneration. There didn't even seem to be any identifiable anomaly hidden in it which left him with no direction.
He stood in silence, looking at the blood sample floating before him, suspended by a thin thread of Qi.
"This makes no sense," he thought.
By all known logic, this should not be happening.
