At first, Yan Xuehen took the lead, following the methods recorded in the Taoist classics to make the Qi circulate back and forth between the two of them. However, later on, a series of suction forces suddenly came from the other person's body, and began to guide her in the opposite direction.

Yan Xuehen was taken aback, but he quickly realized that he had used the same method to treat Yu Yanluo's injuries in the mine, so he was obviously quite proficient in this art.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little envious. No wonder she was so skilled; even when she fainted, her body could still automatically circulate its energy.

What surprised her most was that even after the other party was unconscious, their cultivation technique still gained the upper hand, proving that their level was even higher than the Taoist secret techniques she knew. But how could this be? The techniques she knew were already the most advanced in this aspect of the Taoist sect.

Although she couldn't believe it, the facts were right in front of her, so she could only secretly observe the path of the other party's cultivation technique in circulating vital energy, hoping to gain some inspiration.

Unfortunately, it wasn't long before her mind became chaotic. Even though she was usually calm and detached from worldly affairs, she was still a blank slate in this area. How could someone who had never experienced human relationships truly remain unmoved?

After a while, Zu An trembled slightly, seemingly because his Dao injuries had been repaired, and slowly woke up.

He had just had a dream, a dream in which he was on a cloud, and the clouds were as soft as cotton, truly extremely soft and comfortable.

He couldn't help but feel a little strange. Shouldn't he be seriously injured and in great pain? Why was he having such a pleasant dream instead?

Just as I was about to groggily open my eyes, everything suddenly went black, and I felt a warm, soft hand cover my eyes.

"Don't open your eyes!" Yan Xuehen's embarrassed and angry voice came from beside him, and compared to her usual coldness, it seemed to have a slight tremor now.

yawenku.

Zu An was stunned for a moment, but gradually regained his senses. At their level of cultivation, they didn't even need to use their eyes to see. Was Yan Xuehen stupid? How could she make such a mistake?

However, upon experiencing the enchanting scene in the hot spring, he felt as if he were in a dream, and could hardly believe it was real.

Yan Xuehen's snow-white skin was now flushed red, clearly realizing she couldn't hide it from the other person, so she whispered:

"This is to heal your wounds, don't overthink it."