He whispered, "Oh, did this guy just try to comprehend a superior sword intent? I forcibly interrupted him, no wonder he was stunned."
Don't interrupt when you're trying to understand something. It's good enough that you're not in a daze or confused state; at least you haven't gone astray.
"Huh? What did you say?" Han Qingxiu, who was in a daze, stopped looking up at the sky. "I just used my superior sword intent?"
At this moment, Han Qingxiu was still somewhat dazed and had not recovered. Her eyes were somewhat lifeless as she looked at Wu Er.
"Huh? I was speaking so softly, how could you hear me?"
"Everyone...everyone, you are all cultivators, you are all deaf, how could you not hear?"
Han Qingxiu pointed at Wu Er and uttered a sentence in a swaying manner.
He was still not quite lucid, and it was estimated that his primordial spirit had been injured.
"Oh dear, I even ruined a disciple."
Wu Er shook his head, feeling a little embarrassed, so he thought about it again.
He said, "Fine, this immortal will lend you a hand."
"Huh? Immortal... what is an immortal?"
Still confused, Han Qingxiu spoke in a childish voice and swayed back and forth. Coupled with her not-so-bad appearance, she seemed a bit silly.
And this silly look is actually kind of cute.
Wu Er chuckled again, "You look so silly, it makes me almost not want to cure you anymore."
However, even though that's what I said, I still have to provide treatment.
After all, Han Qingxiu's current state is largely due to Wu Er, and Wu Er doesn't possess the cold, hardened heart of a Daoist, so he will inevitably help her.
So, Wu Er closed his eyes slightly and then pointed at Han Qingxiu.
He released some spiritual energy from his fingertips, which then flowed into Han Qingxiu's brow.
As the spiritual energy flowed into her brow, Han Qingxiu trembled and stood motionless.
After briefly assessing the situation, Wu Er nodded, "His soul has shifted slightly, but it's not a serious injury."
Then he opened his eyes and snapped his fingers lightly.
Then, Han Qingxiu suddenly closed her eyes, her body went limp, and she fell to the ground, rolling in a layer of mud.
Hmm, it looks more like beggar's chicken now...
"Alright, all done."
After Wu Er returned Han Qingxiu's soul to its original position, he stopped looking at Han Qingxiu lying in the mud.
After all, he is a cultivator; lying in the mud for a night won't cause him any illness.
Then, Wu Er rode away on a cloud...
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