Fu Deming sighed deeply, glancing over at Hu Tao's unconscious body. The energy within him seemed to have dried up within half an hour of treatment. He ran a hand through his grey hair, his countenance reflecting helplessness.
"His soul has been severely damaged," Fu Deming began, his voice echoing the grave concern he felt. "I can stabilize his condition for now, but I can't heal him. I don't have the expertise or the means to do so."
The room fell into a tense silence, the gravity of his words sinking in. Hu Tao, a pillar of the Xuantian sect, was lying powerlessly on the bed. No one knew whether he would be able to rise again or not.
"I have already sent a message to junior sister Liying," Fu Deming continued, a hopeful glint in his eyes. "She has vast knowledge about healing techniques. If anyone in the Xuantian Sect can help Hu Tao, it is her."
