The sound of slapping kept echoing, and Lu Ye awakened from his slumber, immediately sensing something was off, for he was lying face down on a bed, with someone frantically tapping his back.
Just as he was about to react, a voice came to his ear: "Fellow Daoist has battled for a long time, flesh torn, temporarily do not move recklessly."
Lu Ye turned his head and saw a young man in white giving him a warm smile. From the fluctuations of spirit force on his body, he clearly possessed True Lake Realm abilities, and his spirit force was of the wood element. With each slap, a gentle force imprinted itself into his body, mending the torn flesh.
Lu Ye felt soreness all over, especially his right arm, which felt powerless at the moment.
He immediately understood the young man's words were correct; his previous battle had lasted too long, and maintaining the strongest force had caused damage to his flesh.
The young man was obviously healing him.
"Healing cultivator?" Lu Ye asked.
