When Ye Chuqi came out, the dawn light was still dim, leaving everyone's faces indistinct. But their eyes shone with hope, and the sight put considerable pressure on her. Ye Qinglan stepped forward and stood in front of her, blocking everyone's gaze, including Yuges's.
He looked her up and down. Her face was clear, her complexion fair, and there were no dark circles under her eyes. She showed none of the exhaustion of someone who had stayed up all night. Only then did he give a slight nod.
Ye Chuqi smiled. "I'm glad I could do what you asked."
Even Yuges, who had seen his share of upheavals, took several eager steps forward. Staring at Ye Chuqi, he asked in a restrained voice, "You did it?"
Ye Chuqi raised an eyebrow at him, her tone grave. "The old man truly is at the end of his life. All I've done is buy him a little time. If he has any regrets he hopes to resolve, Lord Yuges, you'll need to act quickly."
Yuges frowned, determination flashing across his face. "How much time does he have?"
"A year at most. Six months at least." Ye Chuqi sighed softly. "And during his final days, he must avoid both mental and physical strain. He can only rest quietly and receive careful attention. You'll have to be cautious about everything..."
Yuges drew a sharp breath. Only six months. Even with luck, it would be just a year. "Is there no way..."
"I can't."
The old man had already been at death's door. Holding him here for another six months went against the natural order. His body was spent; only the circulation of Spiritual Power kept it functioning. Even if she could sustain him beyond a year, what remained would be an increasingly broken shell.