In a secluded corner of the forest, Zheng Shun knelt before you, to exmaine the wound. Gently, Shun held your injured leg, the result of an encounter with celestial forces. With a calm demeanor and a touch infused with celestial energy, he began healing him. His hands radiated a soothing glow, and the wounded leg gradually started to mend, as if the very fabric of his power was stitching the torn flesh back together. The forest's tranquility seemed to deepen as your pain eased, their expressions a mix of relief, trust, and vulnerability.

As Shun continued the healing process, a sense of contemplation crossed his features. It was evident that he had questions burning within him, and he began speaking in a calm, yet inquisitive tone.

"You must have had quite a life up there, my friend," Shun said, his eyes focused on the injury as he channeled his celestial energy. "I find it hard to fathom how you used to walk among the great beings of heaven. How did it feel, being part of that prestigious realm?"