Lu Chen nodded.
He closed his eyes and let his consciousness sink into his sea of consciousness, checking his condition.
Cultivation: early Longevity (dropped by one minor realm). Remaining lifespan: 0 years (all burned away, and he still owed the mark 350 years). Dragon-Pattern Spirit Bones: dimmed, requiring time to recover. Dragon Soul Mirror mark: weak, but still present. Godslaying power: still there, but greatly diminished in might. The mark on his right shoulder: completely quiet, as if it had exhausted all its power and shrunk into a ball.
He opened his eyes and gave a bitter smile.
"I took a huge loss."
Yun Qingyue glared at him. "A huge loss? Do you know you nearly died?!"
Lu Chen looked at her without saying a word.
Yun Qingyue bit her lip, and tears fell again.
"You're like this every time... every time, you push yourself to the brink of death... do you know how terrified I am watching you..."
Lu Chen fell silent for a moment, then reached out and took her hand.
"It's all right now."
Sobbing, Yun Qingyue buried her head against his shoulder.
After a while, she raised her head, wiped away her tears, and said, "Senior Sword Fanatic said that once you woke up, he wanted to see you."
Lu Chen nodded.
Yun Qingyue added, "And Ye Qingtian. He wants to see you too."
Lu Chen froze for a moment.
Ye Qingtian?
He recalled the two of them lying side by side on the ground that day, looking at each other and smiling. A strange emotion welled up in his heart.
"How is he?"
Yun Qingyue said, "Worse off than you. His right arm is crippled, and his cultivation has fallen to the Supernatural Power Realm. He'll probably find it difficult to break through