"Indeed."
Erald Sparrow paused her about-to-begin move upon hearing this: "How long more do we need to wait?"
"Seven days? Ten days? It won't take too long, after all, it's surgery done by ."
Erald waved a hand dismissively, "Just to be safe, you should wait until the assessnt begins. Try to rest as much as possible during this period and avoid fighting; the wound will heal faster."
"I understand."
Erald Sparrow took her Heart's Gem and jumped off the dical bed: "So, essentially, has my true essence fully recovered now?"
"In theory, it's recovered, but in practice, it might not be quite the sa. Specifically, you should have seen a statue, right?"
Erald spoke nonchalantly: "Consider a stone statue being smashed, and then picking a few shards and destroying these shards completely. Then, using glue to clumsily piece together the remaining broken pieces into a pile of rubble—that's what you did before."
"It sounds quite brutal," Erald Sparrow comnted.
"Isn't it? After all, only you young people dare treat your own bodies so recklessly."
Erald sighed: "My job, when in the Material Realm, was to wash off your poor-quality glue, placing the remaining fragnts of the statue back where they originally were; after arriving here, to use Source of Love, replacing those completely lost shards, ensuring the remaining pieces could stay in their right places. But this repair is not perfect."
"Why?"
"Because I am just a craftsman, not a sculptor."
Erald shrugged: "What I can do is to fill the gaps with new stone, but I can't carve, and these filled stones are just stones, they aren't part of the sculpture."
"Who can carve?" Erald Sparrow asked again.
"No one."
Erald shook her head: "At least now there isn't anyone who can do the carving, even the Emperor can't."
Erald Sparrow fell silent.
"So, what I want to tell you is, your true essence now operates normally, but so lost things won't return, and moreover, they can't withstand another injury."
Erald placed a hand on the edge of the dical bed, looking serious: "If you again casually sacrifice your Magic Armor like before, the next ti, you, or rather 'Lin Yun,' will disappear from this world."
"...I understand."
After a mont, Erald Sparrow nodded: "Thank you for the warning."
This wasn't a re agreent, for regardless, Erald was sincerely considering her, providing such advice out of good intention.
The two conversed a bit more, primarily Erald instructing on so precautions, and then, since it was already past noon, Erald used "needing a nap" as a reason to send Erald Sparrow away.
"Then I'll leave first." Standing at the doorway, Erald Sparrow said.
"Go ahead, just rember what I said."
Erald, having pulled out blankets and pillows from sowhere, replied lazily: "Walk the sa way back out, the person at the door knows what to do, I've already instructed."
"Okay." Erald Sparrow said, and was about to close the door.
—"Oh, right."
Just as she was about to close the door, Erald in the laboratory suddenly spoke up: "There's a minor matter, sothing I forgot to tell you before, that is, this treatnt has a very tiny, completely insignificant side effect. But overall it's not important, it won't affect your life or your battles, you might notice it in a bit."
Side effect?
By the ti Erald Sparrow understood this term, she had already shut the lab door, and once the lab door closed, it vanished into nothingness, so she couldn't ask Erald for more details.
Thinking about what this "insignificant" side effect could be, Erald Sparrow started walking toward the exit of the Research Institute, but soon, she felt sothing was off.
Although not very obvious, she always felt the corridor she passed through when leaving was slightly longer than when she had arrived.
Not only that, the view during her walk seed subtly different.
This difference quickly turned into an ominous premonition, and before leaving the Research Institute, Erald Sparrow found a mirror to check that her appearance was the sa as before, then took out her Magic Armor, and using the length of the threads, began to compare her body's asurents.
Soon, she knew exactly what was wrong.
—Her height, it seed, had shrunk by two centiters.
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