Outside the hall, a pale-faced Xia Zixi leaned against the doorway for support while he smiled weakly. His eyes swept across every face in the meeting hall, his voice was soft and gentle, like the quiet trickle from a stream of water.
"Xi'er!"
Master Xia fixed his gaze upon the man outside the hall and an excited smile appeared across his elderly face, "Xi'er, your body..."
"I'm alright now."
Hong!
Xia Zixi's words were like a violent commotion and pierced through the hearts of everyone in the room. A long time passed before they all regained their senses.
What did Young Master Xia say? Thought one of them.
His body is healed? Thought another.
One must understand that many doctors have issued Xia Zixi a death sentence and that even the Ghost Doctor found herself with her hands tied. Who could possibly be able to cure his disease?
Suddenly, everyone remembered Xia Qi's big revelation...
