Taiyi City.
A small courtyard on Floating Mountain.
Ji Yuan lay on the bed, his closed eyelids trembling faintly.
He opened his eyes.
Awake now, he made no effort to suppress his aura, letting the fluctuations of his Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivation spread outward.
In an instant, the two figures keeping watch outside the courtyard moved almost simultaneously.
With a soft creak, the wooden door to the room opened.
Feng Zhitáo entered first. She still wore that vivid red dress, though its hem was damp with morning dew.
The moment she stepped inside, her gaze fixed on Ji Yuan, awake on the bed. Her tightly knitted brows relaxed at once.
She hurried to his bedside, lingering fear plain in her voice.
"Junior Brother, you're finally awake."
"Second Senior Brother said you'd lost a great deal of vitality and your Divine Soul had been shaken. You need proper rest. How do you feel? Does anything still hurt? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"
Second Senior Brother, you're a good man.
Ji Yuan could hide his injuries from Feng Zhitáo, but if Yun Qianzai examined him, he would discover they were not serious.
So Feng Zhitáo's account was most likely Yun Qianzai covering for him.
Hundred-Blossom Immortal entered right behind her.
She still wore her plain white, flower-patterned dress. Her feet were bare, yet each step hovered just above the floor.
In her hands was a lustrous white jade bottle—the Soul-Concentrating Jade Dew she had tried to give Ji Yuan at the arena that day.
She stood on the other side of the bed, a gentle smile on her beautiful face.
"Junior Brother Ji, I'm glad you're awake. Your aura was terribly weak that day. We were all afraid you'd damaged your foundation.
"This Soul-Concentrating Jade Dew is especially effective for a depleted