The young boar nuzzled against Lin Mu's knee, emitting a grateful snort before lumbering off into the forest. Its gait was steady now—each step no longer burdened by pain, but strengthened with renewed vitality.
Lin Mu remained seated for a while longer, allowing his Qi to slowly cycle and stabilize. The Healing Heart Sutra's aftermath was not something he could ignore; it left his dantian half dry, his meridians tingling from overuse.
But in the silence that followed, something miraculous began to unfold.
The grass beneath him grew taller, greener—lush with life.
The trees around him, previously worn and weathered, now stood proud and firm. Leaves that had once curled at the edges now gleamed with jade vibrancy, as if spring itself had returned to this pocket of the world.
Small creatures began to emerge.
