Michael sat in a wooden chair in an intricately crafted wooden cabin. He wore a nervous expression as he looked at the old man with his hand resting on Vivian's shoulder, and he asked, "Master Adams, how is Vivian's condition?"
"City Lord, the frosty energy within Young Mistress's meridians has indeed almost completely disappeared. Even the frosty energy in some of her smaller meridians has receded significantly. I don't know what she did, but it's much more effective than using my fire magic to treat her body. If this type of treatment can continue, there's a chance that all of the frosty energy could be expelled from her body," Adams replied with a surprised expression on his wrinkly face. He then asked, "Could it be that you found a more powerful fire-type magic caster? Or you fed Young Mistress a fire-type spirit fruit?"
"Is that true, Master Adams?" Michael's eyes immediately lit up with excitement upon hearing that.
