Blood Red Sword Qi suffused Cold Moon. This time, however, Shen Bai didn't let its sharpness show. Instead, under his Manipulation, he gradually condensed the Blood Red Sword Qi until it was as thin as a strand of hair.
Once Shen Bai had condensed the Sword Qi to the thinness of a hair, he immediately directed it toward the young man's wound.
Seeing this, a bead of sweat formed on Hao Dao Ling's forehead.
He watched with extreme anxiety, which only grew worse when Shen Bai's Sword Qi entered the wound.
But he was a reasonable man and knew Shen Bai was trying to heal his son, so he endured his anxiety and kept watching.
As the Sword Qi entered the wound, a pained expression crossed the young man's face.
Shen Bai paid it no mind. He simply manipulated the Sword Qi, searching for the location of the Divine Soul.
