Chapter 401: The Undercurrent Surges

In the sterile silence of the military's special infirmary, the air was thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and antiseptic. The last silver needle, glowing with a faint, warm light, was gently twisted and pulled from the chest of the high-ranking officer. Tymon Well worked with a focused intensity, his movements as precise as a master calligrapher's brushstrokes. The officer's ragged breathing had steadied, and the chaotic flux of spiritual energy within his meridians was now flowing in an...