Just as Chen Xianzhu was lost in thought, Susu walked in from outside the courtyard.
Seeing him in the courtyard, she hurried over with concern. "Your injuries have not fully healed. Why aren't you resting inside?"
Chen Xianzhu shook his head and said calmly, "I am no longer in any serious danger. I only need to recuperate for a while longer."
Only then did Bai Susu let out a breath of relief, a faint smile appearing on her face.
In the days that followed, Chen Xianzhu stayed at the manor and tried to quietly recuperate, tending to the injuries within his body.
Bai Susu remained by his side, caring for him attentively day and night. Their days were exceptionally peaceful and serene.
In the blink of an eye, three months passed. Although Chen Xianzhu still could not wield even a thread of his own power, the foreign energies in his body had finally stopped worsening under his continual treatment.
"Next, I can only wait quietly for the day the world is destroyed."
Chen Xianzhu murmured inwardly, then looked at the woman in white beside him. His heart sank slightly.
He had been born a banished immortal, and his father had found a True Dragon Relic to serve as the vessel that nurtured him. Among the countless living beings beneath the boundless heavens and earth, his innate foundation and reserves had marked him as a truly peerless prodigy.
Throughout his life of cultivation, he had almost never encountered the birth, aging, sickness, and death of mortals, nor had he experienced such bitterness and helplessness.
Yet during these days, his physical body had relied entirely on the care of this woman in white. He had developed an inexplicable closeness toward this mortal woman, and his heart of iron and stone, unchanged for