When the seven days were up, Nangong Liuyun opened his eyes on time.
There were slight footsteps outside the door.
Rong Yun pushed the door open and came in. Seeing that the situation was not out of his control, he nodded slightly.
Su Luo sat cross-legged in the medicine cauldron, entering the realm of unity between things and myself.
She has maintained this posture for seven days.
All around her, spiritual energy was constantly surging and moving, and for a moment, spiritual energy overflowed.
Although Su Luo's body was severely damaged, her soul was constantly cultivating.
Precisely because she was injured physically and practiced alone after her soul was stripped away, her spiritual dance steps improved very quickly.
But it's useless no matter how fast she progresses. With her current body, she simply can't withstand the impact of the spiritual dance steps.
The lid of the medicine cauldron was opened by Rong Yun.
Su Luo slowly stopped her work and raised her eyes.
Rong Yun's usually cold face now contained a slight smile, and his dark eyes looked at Su Luo with concern: "Stretch out your hand."
Su Luo stretched out her hand to ask her master to feel her pulse.
When Rong Yun felt his pulse, Nangong Liuyun's eyes were fixed on Rong Yun's face for a moment, for fear of missing any information on his face.
The look on Rong Yun's face remained unchanged. After a while, he nodded slightly: "It's okay."
It is not easy to get Master Rong Yun to say these two words.
Nangong Liuyun felt slightly relieved and reached out to hug Su Luo.
Su Luo shook her head: "It's okay, I'll do it myself."
Thinking that she is also a dignified sixth-level person, can't she even walk?
Su Luo stood up slowly while holding on to the copper wall.
Nangong Liuyun looked at her nervously, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
No, even if he is facing a formidable enemy, our King Jin will not be so nervous.
Su Luo stood up slowly, and when she was almost standing straight——
Suddenly, she felt that her legs and feet were weak, and an invisible pressure came from between her legs.
Su Luo suddenly felt helpless and unable to control her legs.
The feet she finally stood up slid down.
Just when Su Luo was about to sit back in the medicine soup, Nangong Liuyun, who was waiting for him, reached out with his long arms and hugged Su Luo's slender waist.
In an instant, the wet Su Luo had fallen into his arms.
"Go and wash up. Don't catch a cold. You are very weak now." Rong Yun frowned slightly as he watched Nangong Liuyun hugging Su Luo.
Watching Nangong Liuyun take Su Luo away with familiarity, Rong Yun suddenly felt as depressed as a father watching his daughter being snatched away.
After cleaning, Su Luo put on clean clothes and was placed on the bed by Nangong Liuyun with great care.
"I'm not that weak..." Su Luo gasped slightly because she moved her body.
After seven days of medicinal bathing, her health was indeed better than before. At least she could speak almost normally instead of falling into coma from time to time.
Nangong Liuyun's dark eyes stared at Su Luo, staring at her deeply.
"What for?" Su Luo blinked innocently.
At this time, she was leaning on the pillow, while Nangong Liuyun was standing beside the bed. She raised her eyes slightly and asked doubtfully.
Nangong Liuyun suddenly took a few steps forward, squatted down with his tall body, and squatted beside her.
His head was buried deeply, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.
Su Luo looked at him quietly and said nothing.
After a while, Nangong Liuyun took a deep breath and said in a low voice with a hint of hoarseness, "Luoluo... I'm sorry."
His downcast face made people look down upon the pain on his face.
Because of what happened before, at this time, he solemnly apologized to her.