When Xiao Se once again saw that towering canopy in his field of vision, he blinked unconsciously.
"...Xiao Se? You're already back from outside?"
By chance, a slightly surprised murmur reached his ears. Xiao Se instinctively turned his head, only to see someone sitting in a wheelchair by the great path beside him, looking at him.
"Aunt Nalan?"
Xiao Se murmured softly. His impression of this stern and earnest elder still lingered on the period before the Maha Ancient Clan's invasion, when everyone had been standing ready for battle.
He had never imagined that when he saw her again, she would have become like this.
Though there was not much visible damage to her body, her aura was inevitably far weaker than before.
Seeing that Xiao Se had returned, Nalan Yanran slowly pushed the wheelchair beneath her over to the young man.
"Looks like you didn't get hurt much out there after all. Not bad. You do have a bit of your father and mother's thick-skinned toughness."
Nalan Yanran said this with a hint of comfort.
"But Aunt Nalan, what happened to you? Your aura is so much weaker..."
"It's nothing. I only took too many pills to chase efficiency and threw myself into battle. Now there are some side effects that haven't been fully rooted out yet."
Nalan Yanran shrugged. "Of course, simply walking around and moving should still be no problem... or that should have been the case, anyway. But your mother pulled one over on me, saying that if this went on, I'd ruin my body sooner or later, so she fixed me onto this thing. And during this period, I have to let her treat and examine me at all times. What a pain."
"—Mother should also be doing it for Aunt Nalan's health..."
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