At these words, Yao Qingying showed no reaction at all. She remained fast asleep.
Seeing this, Pei Ling continued, "I report to you, Master: your disciple has successfully refined the antidote to the Silent Life-Suppressing Pill. I have come this time to answer the Pill Ancestor's test."
When his voice fell, all was silent in every direction. Yao Qingying still gave no response.
Her exquisitely beautiful features were serene. Her moonlight-like hair resembled waterweed at the bottom of a clear stream, swaying gently with her long, even breaths.
Pei Ling wasn't surprised. He said one last thing: "Your disciple knows that Master is asleep, but this is my last chance to enter Lesser Freedom Heaven within the next half-century."
"If I can't complete the Pill Ancestor's test, then Master's long-cherished wish will have to wait until the next Pill Refining Grand Ceremony."
"Therefore, your disciple can only be so bold as to forcibly wake Master!"
"I hope Master will forgive this offense!"
His voice carried far through the forest. Yao Qingying's breathing remained even; her fan-like lashes resembled a butterfly's wings at rest, tranquil and serene, with no sign that she would wake.
Only then did Pei Ling continue forward.
He stepped over the vines, quickly approached Yao Qingying, then grabbed one and forcibly pushed it aside.
Before long, Pei Ling had cleared all the vines from Yao Qingying's left arm. But just as he was about to tackle those around her right arm, the vines he had pushed aside swayed in midair, then wound around her left arm again.
Pei Ling furrowed his brows and quickly cleared the vines from Yao Qingying's right arm, then started on the vines across her chest. But just as before, the moment her right arm was free, the vines wound around it again.