When Wang Ping heard Yulian's voice, joy welled up in his consciousness. He moved closer and gently stroked Yulian's head, communicating with her through their consciousness about what Daoist Tongyu had just said.
"Has that old man Tongyu awakened?"
That was the first thing Yulian asked after hearing everything.
Wang Ping answered with a smile, "Yes."
Anticipation arose in Yulian's emotions as she asked, "Is he still as talkative as before?"
They did not rush to discuss serious matters and instead chatted idly.
Only after half an hour, when Wang Ping sensed signs of movement in this Spirit Sea, did he ask about the serious matter. "What should I do for you to absorb that Asura Blood?"
Yulian said, "Just place it beside my physical body, and I will automatically absorb its spirituality. Its greatest use should be to nourish my physical body and evolve my spiritual meridians once more."
Wang Ping nodded and asked, "How long before you awaken?"
"Soon, probably. The spirituality within the Asura Blood will speed up my digestion of the inherited memories."
Yulian could not provide a precise time.
After chatting for a while longer, Wang Ping withdrew from this Spirit Sea amid Yulian's reluctant emotions.
As his consciousness returned, Wang Ping watched the river channel for several breaths. He took out the glass bottle Daoist Tongyu had given him. With a strand of Wood Spirit Qi appearing, the glass bottle slowly descended over the river channel, entered the current at its center, and sank to the riverbed beside Yulian's physical body. Throughout the process, the nearby Sanhua cat stared fixedly at the glass bottle, its ears twitching from time to time.
The instant the glass bottle sank, the silt silently churned. The bottle hovered beside Yulian's coiled snake body, and dense silver runes emerged