"No. I only felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration. I'm in great condition."
Ye Lin said.
Indeed, he felt more refreshed than ever, as though something within him had been cleared through.
"That's good. That's good."
Zhuge Yun said with a smile, nodding repeatedly.
"Oh, right, Master. I got the thing you wanted."
At that moment, Ye Lin took the Flower of the Other Shore from his robes and handed it to Zhuge Yun. Zhuge Yun's eyes widened as he stretched out his hand tremblingly.
He had thought... he had thought Ye Lin had not brought it out at all. After all, every disciple who had entered this time had emerged severely injured—where would they have found the time to search for the Flower of the Other Shore?
He had already lost all hope and decided to stop thinking about that so-called Flower of the Other Shore.
But now, it was identical. Identical—utterly identical. Exactly like the flower recorded in the book.
"Good, good, good, wonderful! Stay here and watch over your Mistress. I'll be right back."
"I'll be right back."
With tears in his eyes and his entire body trembling, Zhuge Yun carefully placed the Flower of the Other Shore in his palms, then tottered toward the outside.
At that moment, he seemed no longer to be a mighty expert at the peak of the Heavenly Immortal realm, but an ordinary old man.
Bent at the waist, he walked step by step toward the exit. His body trembled faintly with overwhelming excitement, making him seem so small.
Watching Zhuge Yun leave step by step, Ye Lin finally turned his gaze to the jade coffin atop the platform. The instant he had awakened and laid eyes on that woman, he had already roughly guessed her identity.
It seemed he had