Another three days passed.
Taiyi and Li Cheng no longer had the heart to dwell on the matter of "one proof, eternal proof."
Because she was alive.
She had body heat, breathing, and a heartbeat.
But three days passed, and no matter how the two of them "called out" to her, Li Wei simply would not wake up on the cloud bed.
She lay there quietly, like the "Sleeping Beauty" from a fairy tale.
What made Li Cheng even more anxious was that Li Wei's vital signs had weakened slightly compared with when she had first "taken shape."
And they showed signs of continuing to weaken.
Li Cheng raised serious doubts about Taiyi's professional abilities.
Taiyi, meanwhile, sank into even more serious self-doubt. He sighed all day long, clutching his wine gourd and staring blankly into space.
Seeing that the fatty was utterly useless, Li Cheng simply drove him out of the sleeping hall.
Once only the two of them remained, the little boy could no longer maintain that deliberately mature "Martial Uncle" bearing.
Using both hands and feet, he climbed onto the broad cloud bed. Awkwardly, he pulled one of Li Wei's arms aside, curled up his tiny body, and rested his head in the crook of her arm.
"Ugh..."
Warm liquid slid uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.
With a heavy sob in his voice, he murmured over and over in a voice only he could hear.
"I hate it when they call me Master..."
"I hate it when they call me Martial Uncle..."
"I'm not some Spirit Treasure, and I'm not some Lord Tongtian... I'm just Li Cheng..."
"Do you know how sick it made me feel when they looked at me like that..."
"But... but to save you, I can pretend. I can use them..."