In a flash, it is half a year.

Han Bing, who was lying on the bed, never showed signs of being awake, and after Xia Wanqi's efforts for half a year, the meridians in Han Bing's body had recovered seventy or eighty percent.

Today, Xia Wanqi has become the sect master of the Cloud Mist Sect. In addition to dealing with the affairs of the sect, she devoted more energy to taking care of Han Bing.

For half a year, the Ice Soul never appeared in the Cloud Mist Sect. Even the surrounding countries and cities did not appear.

The Cloud Mist Sect's Mountain Protection Array was closed two months ago, and it was necessary to consume a lot of spirit stones to continuously maintain the operation of the formation, which was a big burden for the Cloud Mist Sect.

The attic door was pushed open from the outside. Then, a clever little girl walked in through the door, holding a medicine tray in her hand.

She is Xia Wanqi's maid, and recently, she has come to regularly medicate Han Bing. The wound on Han Bing's body that was used to transplant the dragon tendon recovered quite well.

Today, as usual, the little maid scraped the black ointment with a jade piece and rubbed it on the wound little by little. When the jade piece touched the flesh of the wound, Han Bing, who was originally motionless like a dead man, suddenly twitched.

"Are you awake?" the maid stopped her movements and looked at Han Bing's face.

Han Bing's eyes twitched a few times and opened slowly, but there was no look in his eyes.

The maid stood up and took a few steps back, waiting for Han Bing's reaction. She still didn't quite understand why the sect master would treat such an ordinary miscellaneous servant like this.

"Hey, you're finally awake?" the maid asked again, and she saw Han Bing turn her head and look at herself.

Han Bing's eyes were glazed, looking at everything in front of him blankly, and naturally he didn't respond to the maid's question.

"It turned out to be a fool. The maid muttered inwardly and lifted the medicine basin again, "I'm going to help you with the medicine." After speaking, he walked to the side of the bed and began to administer medicine to Han Bing.

Han Bing felt a sharp pain coming from the wound, and he wanted to twist his body, but his whole body was weak, as if his body no longer belonged to him. I had to lie there stupidly, and let the maid pull off her clothes, and wherever the jade pieces were scraped, the pain would go.

"Bear with me. The maid said, the sect master has explained, when the medicine is applied, the appropriate force stimulation is good for the recovery of the injured person's body.

After the maid finished applying the medicine, Xia Wanqi walked in, and when she saw Han Bing's open eyes, she was also shocked, and then a smile appeared on her face, it seems that the efforts of more than half a year have not been in vain. Now there is not much left of the dragon tendon in his hand.

"Are you awake, how do you feel?" Xia Wanqi walked quickly to the bed.

When Han Bing heard Xia Wanqi's voice, he turned his head slightly, looking at the other party, his eyes were still blank, he didn't seem to remember anything. There was a blank in my head.

Xia Wanqi gently grabbed Han Bing's wrist, and after probing, she said softly: "The situation is not too bad, let's recuperate for a while." ”