"Damn it," Bi Xia cursed under his breath, "I must have just been infected by that grayish gloom."
As he spoke, he turned his eyes to Ji Qiutang, "Can you first isolate the wound from the air to slow down the inflammation?"
Ji Qiutang frowned slightly, "I'll try, it should be possible."
A dark gray spiritual power slowly flowed from Ji Qiutang's fingertips, gradually covering the child's scar, "My spiritual power is more for assisting attacks, but right now my power is limited, so I can only temporarily isolate it like this, however..."
Ji Qiutang paused for a moment, looking at Bi Xia, "I can't protect his heart right now; his heart's spiritual power conflicts with mine..."
Conflicts?
Bi Xia suddenly understood and quickly said, "I'll do it."
"Your spiritual power will also..." be repelled...
The words disappeared in his throat, as the young boy's little hand gently pressed against the child's heart, and a deep blue spiritual power slowly seeped into the child's heart.
