C107 Healing

In a world of white, a man clad in white sat cross-legged in midair, his eyes closed. His hands formed a spell, and streams of white Qi flowed unceasingly from his fingertips. Though he couldn't see the outside world, he could faintly hear voices in conversation. Dividing his focus, he attentively monitored the external situation.

His heart had clenched when the Windhaven Five arrived