"How has more than half an hour passed, and there's still no response?"
Qi Shan had never imagined that the phrase "a day feels like a year" could be so painfully literal. The ticking of the water clock inside the tent left him restless and unable to sit still. A nameless unease swelled in him without pause, as if an invisible hand were gripping his throat and squeezing his chest until he couldn't breathe.
Fang Yan had just finished taking her pulse when Qi Shan hurried over to ask.
"When will the lord wake up?"
"The lord's pulse is as strong as ever, and Shaobai said she'd wake once the time came. But Lord Chu..." Fang Yan exchanged a glance with Jimò Qiu, feeling helpless. "Lord Chu's vitality keeps draining away. I tried using golden needles to activate his Dantian, but it had no effect. Shaobai tried Gu Worms too, but came back empty-handed. She said his True Spirit is about to be extinguished."
Kang Shi grew agitated as soon as he heard the words "True Spirit."
"Didn't Jimò Young Master say before that the True Spirit is the true self—the most important core of the soul? If the True Spirit is extinguished, doesn't that mean a person can't survive?" This was even more dangerous than what he'd faced back then! This wasn't just one foot over the threshold of death; half his body had already been dragged through!
Jimò Qiu nodded. "That's right."
However, a fragment of Chu Yao's True Spirit remained in Her Highness's hands. Even if his body perished this time, once everything was complete, he could be reborn with the help of the Investiture of the Gods. To put it coldly, they would only be apart for a few years. Thus, Jimò Qiu wasn't saddened by