"Eleven years!" Shock washed over Lu Xiaotian's face. He had thought it would take only a few days, or perhaps a dozen. Who could have guessed that what he'd assumed would be a brief recovery would take so long? No wonder the people before him were wearing such expressions.
"Kid Dongfang!" A flash of crimson burst through the doorway. It was Xiang Kuang. "I heard you were awake. You've been lying in bed playing dead all these years, and you've worn me out."
Of everyone present, Xiang Kuang was the only one who dared speak to Lu Xiaotian like that. Seeing Lu Xiaotian on the sickbed, the worry between his brows vanished, and he burst into laughter. "I knew you were tough to kill, boy. Sure enough, you're still alive."
"Uncle Kuang, I need to trouble you with something." Lu Xiaotian came back to himself after the shock.
"What is it? You've given me plenty to worry about all these years," Xiang Kuang said.
"Help me gather treasures of ice spirit. I need them for my recovery."
"Fine, fine. There are plenty of ice cultivators in the Tianwu Kingdom. They ought to have what you need. I'll make a trip to the Tianwu Kingdom's imperial family." Xiang Kuang agreed at once. Then he shooed everyone away. "All right, he's awake now. The rest of you can go."
"Bearded Uncle, you have to get better soon. You've scared us all these years," Yu Xiaoqiao said reluctantly.
"Heehee, little brother, I was thinking of getting revenge for you, but that old geezer Uncle Kuang wouldn't tell me who hurt you." Lu Wushuang wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes, still smiling as she always had, while holding onto Yu Ya.
After everyone had left, Lu Xiaotian turned to the two