In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.
Linglong Pavilion was bustling with activity.
Outside an opulent private room on the seventh floor,
a delicate maid carried out the Immortal Dew used for washing, after which another entered with pills offered in both hands. The entire process was utterly silent; no one dared make a sound.
Not until the maid who had fed the pills emerged once more did the ebony, carved, vermilion-lacquered door slowly close.
Only then did the manager in the wheelchair quietly let out a breath of relief. Turning back, he sent a voice transmission.
"Over the past half year, has my lord awakened at all?"
Behind him, the shopkeeper hurriedly bowed and replied by voice transmission.
"Reporting to the manager."
"Over the past half year, my lord has awakened only once. He casually asked a few questions about the state of our Linglong Pavilion, then entered the Divine Source Dreamscape again."
"As for his usual needs, my lord's physical body has been carefully attended to by us all. There has never been the slightest error. Please rest assured, Manager!"
Hearing this, the manager nodded slightly.
"Mm, I understand."
"How much of the resources in our treasure vault have been consumed over the past half year?"
The shopkeeper quickly took out the account book, examined it carefully, and answered by voice transmission.
"Reporting to the manager..."
"Less than one-thousandth of the various resources in our treasure vault has been consumed. Furthermore, resources are continuously being sent in from every branch. It is more than enough to support my lord until he fully comprehends the Divine Source Dreamscape!"
Upon hearing this, the manager finally nodded in satisfaction.
Everything was proceeding according to plan. The resources truly were enough to sustain my lord until he awakened;