Three days later.
Lin Xuan's face was frighteningly pale, and his eyes had lost their luster. He looked as if his vitality had been greatly damaged. In contrast, Yue'er's complexion had improved considerably; clearly, the injuries inside her body had already stabilized.
Lin Xuan opened his eyes and glanced at the huge black cocoon before him. His hands waved again and again, sending several spell seals into it.
The black qi began to ripple, then, like a great whale drawing in water, it was all sucked into the young girl's body. Yue'er finally slowly woke.
"Young Master!"
It was not hard to tell from her voice that Yue'er was still extremely weak, but the look she cast toward Lin Xuan was filled with gratitude.
"Don't move. Rest properly first. If there's anything, we'll talk about it later."
After Lin Xuan finished speaking, he took several jade bottles from his robes, pulled out the stoppers, poured out pills of every color from within, and stuffed them into his mouth in one gulp. These were all spirit pills he had refined in ordinary times, capable of nourishing the body and replenishing vitality.
Then he grasped a mid-grade crystal stone in each hand and began madly absorbing the spiritual qi of heaven and earth inside them.
This time, in order to treat Yue'er's injuries, his own vitality had truly suffered no small loss.
Just like that, Lin Xuan meditated for a full day and night before he finally recovered. He raised his head and glanced over. Yue'er was still lying beside him, her face ashen-white. Lin Xuan frowned and said with concern, "Yue'er, how do you feel?"
"I'm all right. Thank you for saving me, Young Master." Yue'er forced out a faint smile.
"You girl, you really don't know the weight of things.