William furrowed his brows and turned toward the man standing next to him. "Elder Darius, can you examine his soul?"
Darius nodded and walked towards the bed where Rick was lying, using his spiritual sense to probe his soul.
However, the expression on his face changed from grim to grimmer after he examined his soul, and he shook his head, sighing with helplessness. "I'm sorry, Elder William. It's beyond my abilities to heal such a severe injury. There are too many cracks in his soul, and each one has a different grade of severity. Unless we find some treasure capable of healing souls or someone skilled in soul arts, we can only keep him stable. But I'm afraid that there is no hope for his full recovery, which will halt his cultivation progress."
His words caused Ava to clench her fists in anger and tremble in frustration as she shouted, "Are you saying that we should give up on him!? Is that all you can do as the Spirit Healer of the Twilight Mist sect!?"