The figure looked exceedingly slender, dressed in men's clothes, with a lean, clear-cut face that blurred the distinction between male and female. Only those eyes were deep and unfathomable.
The newcomer truly resembled an insubstantial wisp of cloud and mist, floating lightly to Yu Ci's side with a smile. Only then did she reveal the soft, feminine beauty beneath her appearance.
Yu Ci remained expressionless. He did not even look at her again, instead fixing his gaze on the Purple-Haired Daoist.
In his view, the man's external injuries were no longer a serious concern. His internal organs, meridians, and acupoints were also recovering under the activated secret art of Shangqing Spirit Cultivation. Physically, he was steadily improving.
The fatal issue lay in his soul.
Thanks to the Tiger Chariot Jade Carriage Hidden Wheel, as well as the stimulation of the earlier period of searching and pursuit, the Purple-Haired Daoist had now initially formed a soul structure. Conscious Spirit, Hidden Consciousness, and Primordial Spirit were distinct in their layers, yet fused into one whole.
If Yu Ci wished it, he could make him "wake" right now. But when he woke, would the Purple-Haired Daoist still be the same person as before?
Yu Ci's assessment was far from optimistic.
It was truly difficult to act for the moment. Yu Ci's thoughts stirred, and he silently transmitted:
"Huanyong, what do you think?"
The slender figure at his side, visible only to him, was Madam Huanyong, whom he had not contacted since their parting in the Eastern Sea. She replied in the same manner:
"The body is like firewood, the spirit like flame. When the wood remains but the fire is extinguished, the spirit has perished. Borrow another fire to rekindle it: its form is thus, its warmth is thus, its light is thus—but