"Young Master Fang, Young Master Fang..."
"Wake up! Don't scare me like this!"
"It's no use. I tried, but I can't get any Spirit Essence into him..."
"Ah, Lord of Ten Thousand Miles, you've finally arrived! Please come and take a look..."
"It's truly incredible. The Spirit Essence inside him is circulating violently, and it contains a powerful vitality..."
"Then let's wait a little longer and see. This boy was far too reckless..."
Fang Qianyuan sank into darkness, as though he had fallen into a long, long dream.
In his dream, people kept muttering and shouting, clamoring endlessly in his ears until he grew restless and irritated.
But as waves of vitality welled up inside him like clear streams, his mind finally settled, and he gradually sank into a deep slumber.
He had no idea how much time had passed before he felt a faint warmth. Something furry seemed to be resting across his chest, weighing heavily on him.
He struggled to open his eyes and saw a white figure lying beside him. It was Little White.
Little White had laid her foreleg across his chest. Her head tilted slightly, she watched him with concern. When she saw his eyes open, her own brightened with a distinctive sparkle.
Her ears pricked up, and she opened her mouth in a grin, looking utterly delighted.
"Little White? I... where am I?"
Fang Qianyuan felt unusually heavy. Looking closely, he discovered that someone had wound layer upon layer of bandages around him while he was unconscious, wrapping him up as tightly as a sticky-rice dumpling.
His chest, which had been torn and scorched until it seemed cooked through, appeared to have healed itself during his rest and returned to normal. But wrapped up like this, he felt he would fall