In the dead of night.
At last, the room fell quiet.
Jiang Ye slowly opened his eyes. Aside from a trace of fatigue he could barely conceal, his aged face showed mostly contentment and satisfaction.
He could clearly feel an incredibly pure energy seeping into every cell, every meridian, every inch of bone in his body, like sweet rain.
The energy was freezing cold, yet gentle, slowly washing over his aging body.
"I never imagined... the True Yin power would be so concentrated."
He marveled inwardly.
At the rate his body was absorbing it, it would take at least three days to fully digest this True Yin power.
And three days from now, his seventy-year-old, decrepit body would undergo a true transformation.
On the bed, Xu Qinghuan lay limp as mud, as though every bone had been pulled from her body.
Her mouth opened and closed unconsciously. She didn't even notice the drool trickling from the corner of her lips. Like a fish out of water, she occasionally twitched, the only sign she was still alive.
All the color had drained from her watery, beautiful eyes, leaving nothing but emptiness and vacancy.
If not for the faint rise and fall of her chest, she might as well have been dead.
"I should go and properly digest this True Yin..."
Jiang Ye sat beside the bed and rested for a while. He was just about to get up and leave when he realized that a pale little hand had a firm grip on the hem of his robe.
"You... don't think you can get away..."
At some point, Xu Qinghuan had come back to herself. Her vacant eyes had refocused, and she stared at him fiercely.
Her voice was so hoarse it was barely audible, yet it carried the stubbornness of