Xiao Mo stood in the sunlight.
The sky was cloudless and the sun shone brightly, yet a heavy rain began to fall.
This Dao rain of survival nourished the land for a thousand li around, mending the injuries on Xiao Mo's body.
Xiao Mo closed his eyes, letting the heavy rain drench his body.
After ascending to the Immortal Realm, Xiao Mo could clearly sense the flow of the surrounding Dao rhythm.
This was a world apart from the Jade Realm.
After the heavy rain stopped, Xiao Mo slowly opened his eyes.
After being cleansed by the Dao rain, although he still had some injuries, he had already healed a great deal.
His Immortal Realm body could be left to heal the remaining injuries on its own.
Xiao Mo descended from the air and glanced at a large tree to the side. "Stop hiding. Come out."
Hearing Xiao Mo's voice, Wangxin flinched behind the tree before stepping out.
Wangxin kept her head down, nervously wringing her small hands.
