The middle-aged man was stunned.
He stared straight at the person treating him. The young man had satin-like black hair, fair and delicate skin, and perfectly proportioned fingers.
"So, they really do possess the power bestowed by the Heavenly God," he thought. Relaxed and at ease—it had been a long time since he last experienced such a feeling.
While he stood rooted to the spot in excitement, the student in front of him was growing impatient.
"Damn it," the boy cursed inwardly. "What the hell? I thought treating someone with such mild symptoms would only take a tiny bit of spiritual power. But after all those flashy techniques, a fifth of my Sea of Spirit Power is already empty! What does this mean? Can I only treat five people today?!"
Feeling his hopes for a good ranking vanish in an instant, he became fraught with irritation. Seeing the middle-aged man still standing in front of him, the student asked impatiently, "Aren't you leaving?"
