His number one protector had to live a little longer.
Lin Qiye climbed onto the bed and stood behind the old emperor. His little hands pressed on the old emperor's back.
"Little Seventeen, what are you doing? Are you feeling sorry for Father?"
Lin Qiye did not answer.
Streams of innate Qi gushed out from his palm and entered the old emperor.
Innate Qi was a mysterious power that only infants possessed. It symbolized the vitality of all living things, the spring breeze and morning sun that awakened the earth.
Streams of innate Qi drilled into the crisscrossed centipede scars.
The centipede scars instinctively resisted and started to twist crazily.
It wanted to fight against the innate Qi, but the innate Qi was too overbearing.
At the speed visible to the naked eye, it removed the scars on the old emperor's body.
The centipede scars gradually faded.
Of course, it only became thinner and faint.