"Oh? You woke up so quickly?"
Chu Meiyan lay beside Jiang Ping An, one hand propping up her head while the other caressed his chest.
A veil of gauze draped over her, adding a touch of mystery to her body, while a seductive smile hung on her face.
Jiang Ping An rubbed his aching head and slowly pushed himself upright, looking toward the empty table ahead.
"Senior, how long was this junior unconscious?"
"Only seven days."
Chu Meiyan beside Jiang Ping An dissipated, as though she had never been there.
At the empty table, Chu Meiyan's true body appeared.
Chu Meiyan turned around, her eyes filled with surprise. "You could actually discern the illusion I created even with your soul injured. Your soul strength is far from ordinary."
The Chu Meiyan lying beside Jiang Ping An just now had merely been an illusory figure she had created with an illusion technique.
For other middle-stage Lord Gods who had not specialized in cultivating the soul, it would have been difficult to see through the illusion she created.
Yet this man had not only seen through it, but had done so while his soul was wounded.
Jiang Ping An pulled himself together, rose, and bowed. "Senior overpraises me. This junior merely has some minor attainments in the soul and is far inferior to Senior."
Chu Meiyan lifted the tea before her and took a light sip.
"For someone who rose from an ordinary God Realm to possess such soul power is already quite rare."
With a gentle wave of her other hand, a medicinal bottle on the table flew before Jiang Ping An.
"Inside are [Soul Solidification Pills] that heal the soul. After taking one, your injured soul will recover quickly."
Jiang Ping An accepted the bottle with both hands. "Thank you,