Shen Le huffed and puffed, "threading the needle," desperately patching up the hole. This hole was several times larger than the ones in the Great Vortex Secret Realm and the Ryukyu Secret Realm—and several times farther away.
Naturally, the power Shen Le had to expend to mend this stretch of heaven and earth increased geometrically compared to before.
He struggled to tug over one thread, then another. After much effort, he patched up a tiny section. His mana was exhausted, his head spun, and he collapsed onto the ground.
"Help... help... water... medicine..."
Pitter-patter, a tiny Mud Figurine ran out through the residence gate Huang Yutong had opened. Using both hands and feet, it hugged a small bottle and climbed onto Shen Le's shoulder, pulled out the stopper, and poured it into his mouth.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."
That was way too rough!
Couldn't you be a little gentler?!
Or send out one of the Silk Skirts—they were attentive and gentle, much better suited to taking care of people. Were you trying to choke me to death or make me gag to death?!
Shen Le swayed unsteadily, coughing for a long while. He coughed until he saw stars before finally straightening up. Fortunately, after downing a bottle of spiritual water and swallowing two spiritual fruits, some of his mana finally returned, and he rallied himself.
He patched another stretch, exhausted his mental strength again, then ate and drank some more. He patched another section, depleted his mental strength again, and stuffed another pile of things into himself...
Luckily, the spiritual water and spiritual fruits were small in volume, so he did not get bloated from eating them. Shen Le huddled alone inside the stone chamber, repeating the cycle who knew how many times before he finally managed to patch