Zhou Kai crouched beside Du Chuyao, his Divine Sense sweeping through her body. His brow furrowed slightly. Her physical injuries, both internal and external, weren’t actually that severe. That scoundrel Wan Lang had clearly planned to refine her into a Cultivation Vessel; he had pulled his punches to avoid damaging her root potential. The real problem lay elsewhere. The strange Mana transformed from that pink poisonous mist had entrenched itself deep within her Dantian and Consciousness Sea, stubborn as maggots