"Kid, it's been so long—why is there still no sign of waking up? That's not right. I've already repaired his divine soul and healed the injuries inside his body. Why is he still like this?"
Zhuge Yun paced back and forth with his hands behind his back. Before him stood a high platform, above which a figure floated.
The figure had a head of white hair that danced in the air. His eyes were tightly shut as he lay silently suspended in midair, without the slightest trace of aura around him.
Eight pillars stood around the platform, engraved with all things between heaven and earth. Atop each pillar rested a pillar.
Each pillar had a pillar atop it, and these pillars were all different colors. Eight beams of light intertwined as they converged upon the figure floating at the center.
It had now been more than a hundred years since Ye Lin fell unconscious. Over those hundred years, Zhuge Yun had done everything he should have done and everything he could do, yet Ye Lin showed no sign whatsoever of waking.
During that time, he had even invited the Holy Lord to examine him. After all, he was not yet a True Immortal and did not understand the methods of True Immortals.
Yet even the Holy Lord, with his True Immortal cultivation, had found nothing amiss.
From then on, all he could do was maintain Ye Lin's vitality each day. He could offer no further help.
"How strange, how strange. The disciples from before have already awakened one after another—why are you the only one still trapped in a coma?"
Zhuge Yun gazed at Ye Lin above him and fell into thought. Beside Ye Lin rested a jade coffin, forged entirely from white jade. Within it lay a peerless beauty.