Su Yuan returned to the old residence. The courtyard was deserted, with none of the greetings he had expected.
Over the past few days, he had grown used to Yun Xu waiting for him.
He was only human, after all. Coming home each day to a beautiful woman waiting to greet him, even if it was only the usual greeting between fellow disciples, put him at ease.
"Where is everyone?" He looked around the empty courtyard, then stepped inside. Only Yun Yan was lying on the bed.
"Master, where are Senior Sister and the others?" Su Yuan asked.
"They went to help with the Jiguang Society's arrangements." Yun Yan sighed softly.
Su Yuan understood. The Jiguang Society certainly wouldn't just sit back and do nothing in the face of Great Liang's provocation.
They had said they would send a group of fearless volunteers to take the stage and fight.
He continued tending to Yun Yan's injuries.
"Little Yuan, how long until I recover?" Yun Yan asked urgently, wishing he could go help his daughter at once.
After two months of treatment, Yun Yan could move about without much trouble. But his foundation had been damaged too severely; he had been dragged back from the gates of death by force.
His fighting strength was now about equal to that of an External Force Martial Warrior, let alone an Internal Force one.
[Origin-Returning Finger Condensation] still worked slowly. If he wanted to speed up Yun Yan's recovery, he would have to get some medicine.
Watching Su Yuan work, Yun Yan said, "Little Yuan, if only you'd studied the Cloud-Striding Palm back then. I haven't even properly taught you anything as your master."
"It's all right. Senior Sister has been teaching me well."
Yun Yan choked on his words, then took a jade