The eight second-generation disciples of the Tian Gang Sword Sect leapt onto the Light Altar, forming a circle. Each extended an arm, pressing on different acupoints of Ah Dai to help him circulate energy. A white light akin to Light Magic enveloped the entire altar, while Xuan Yue anxiously waited on the side. She knew that in cases like Ah Dai's, where he had deviated into madness, it was much better for his senior brothers to use True Qi from the same source to help him than for her to treat him with Light Magic. Misaligned and damaged meridians were different; damage could be treated with magic, but misalignment was beyond magic's reach. The Pope landed beside Xuan Yue, gently stroking his granddaughter's hair and communicated telepathically, "Don't worry, he will be fine. After all, you mustn't forget, he is the Savior foretold by the Prophet Pu Lin! Yue Yue, do you still want to marry Bu Yi? If you do, as long as I'm here, Ah Dai won't be able to stop it."