"Qingyu?!"
Lin Qiye's expression changed when he saw the familiar figure on the hospital bed.
An Qingyu lay on the bed, his face somewhat pale, his eyes tightly shut as if asleep. Even with Lin Qiye making such a commotion when he entered, he did not stir in the slightest.
Jiang Er sat atop the Black Coffin beside the bed, dressed in a long white gown with her lips slightly pursed.
Sensing that An Qingyu's vital signs were fine, Lin Qiye relaxed slightly before asking,
"What happened to Qingyu?"
"He..."
"His soul has been wounded." A voice came from outside. Lin Qiye turned and saw a Taoist priest standing in the doorway at some point.
"Celestial Venerable?" Lin Qiye froze. "Why are you here?"
"Come to think of it, this matter is related to me as well."
Primordial Celestial Venerable sighed and slowly entered the room, recounting what had happened.
"You mean Qingyu listened to the whispers of the Lovecraftian Gods in order to find our location?" Lin Qiye stood stunned for a long while, then seemed to realize something. "The person you said had saved us was Qingyu?"
"That is correct." Primordial Celestial Venerable nodded slightly. "If not for him, I would have had no way to rescue you from the gap in space-time... If things had continued that way, Great Xia would likely already have been reduced to a land of devastation."
Lin Qiye had never expected that the location in space-time that even a Celestial Venerable could not find had been deciphered by An Qingyu... He could already imagine the price An Qingyu had paid to find them.
"Is there nothing even you can do about his soul injury?"
"If it were an ordinary soul injury, Heavenly Court has several medicinal pills capable of treating it... I