One week after taking the medicine, Zhao Lingxi was a different person.
The color had returned to her cheeks. Her movements were fluid and graceful again, no longer stiff with hidden pain. And when she practiced her cultivation in the early morning, Lan Yue could feel the spiritual energy gathering around her like invisible threads.
She's getting stronger.
Zhao Han's recovery was even more dramatic. The boy who had been coughing blood just days ago was now running around the courtyard, chasing butterflies and laughing. His lungs, once weak and damaged, now worked properly for the first time in his life.
"Elder Sister, watch me!" He demonstrated a basic cultivation stance, his small fists raised. "Liu Ruyan taught me! Am I doing it right?"
Zhao Lingxi's cold face softened as she watched him. "Your stance is good. But don't overdo it. Your body is still recovering."
