"Check if her dantian contains Yin Spirit." Xuanyuan Mo Ze gestured for her to check.
Upon hearing this, Feng Jiu's eyes flashed slightly and she checked carefully again. This time, she couldn't help but retract her hand and looked at him: "You could tell? Her body indeed contains a fist-sized Yin Spirit, and it looks like it has almost taken shape."
Beside them, Song Yiping's heart couldn't help but sink when he heard this, and asked: "Then what should we do?"
Feng Jiu thought for a while, then she said: "Cut it out in surgery, then naturally it won't cause any trouble."
"Surgery?" Song Yiping's face turned pale with disbelief.
"Yes. The Yin Spirit is as big as a fist, so we can only take it out in surgery." Feng Jiu said and glanced at Song Yiping: "It's lucky that you met me, other people wouldn't be able to save her."
Song Yiping was stunned for a while, then he asked with a pale face: "Will her body be able to bear the surgery? Will…"
