Tushan

"Beloved consort!" Seeing Mo Xi faint, Lu Gui rushed forward like a lovestruck young man who had seen his partner injured, hurriedly scooping her into his arms. Yet a closer look revealed that his movements were far from gentle. As his powerful divine force flowed into Mo Xi's body to repair it, he was also covertly probing the spirituality within her and the faint, intermittent seals of restriction.

"Your Majesty..." Once Mo Xi awoke, her gaze was initially dazed. Then she wrapped her arms around Lu Gui's neck, her hand brushing across his brow. Seeing his fallen crown, she cried out in grief.

"How could he dare do this? You are the lord of the Central Plains, the sovereign of all people!"

"It is enough that you are all right, beloved consort. It is enough that you are all right!" Faced with Mo Xi's terror and concern, Lu Gui did not care in the slightest about his own bedraggled state. He merely patted the woman's back carefully, sensing the restored restrictions within her and the fate she had solidified. The smile at the corner of his lips grew ever more delighted.

At the same time, outside the capital of the Xia Dynasty, a point of spiritual light floated beside one of Yu Chen's incarnations, transforming into a woman veiled in gauze whose features could not be seen clearly.

"Of the Tu Shan Lineage, Wenya thanks you, Fellow Daoist, for saving my life."

Tu Shan Wenya gave Yu Chen's incarnation a slight bow. Though she had hovered on the verge of death just moments ago, her phoenix eyes remained tranquil, without the slightest ripple.

"Tu Shan Wenya?"

The name sounded familiar to Yu Chen. After thinking back, he recalled that she was the prodigy of Tushan whom he had encountered in