A streak of silver light tore through the void, and the Heavenly Shuttle descended steadily above the Song-Style Courtyard House.
Changqingzi and the others hurriedly carried the unconscious Chen Lin into the Master Bedroom and laid him on the broad rosewood bed.
"Heavenly Hatred, how is the Boss?" Dressed in white, Yun Sheng wore a deep frown, undisguised anxiety written across her cool, aloof face.
Heavenly Hatred True Lord withdrew the two withered fingers resting on Chen Lin's wrist and let out a long breath.
"Rest assured, Captain Yun. The Boss is fine, and his true essence is stable. Forcing that Divine Transformation Spirit Treasure into action simply overtaxed his divine sense. He'll wake after a few days of rest."
Hearing this, Withered Wood, Violet Frost, and the other Nascent Soul old monsters finally relaxed.
Chen Lin had bound every one of them with a Divine Soul Blood Pact. If he died, their souls would be annihilated in an instant. Right now, through the pact, they could sense that his vital signs were steady and powerful, like a mighty dragon in slumber.
As long as the Boss wouldn't die, they had no reason to panic.
But Yun Sheng was different.
She stared fixedly at Chen Lin lying on the bed, his eyes tightly shut and his face pale. Beneath her sleeves, she clenched her hands until her knuckles turned white. Worry clouded her judgment. Even knowing his life was not in danger, she could not dispel the concern in her eyes.
Changqingzi had lived for over twelve hundred years and was shrewd to his very bones.
His gaze flicked between Yun Sheng and Chen Lin, and he immediately understood.
"Ahem!" Changqingzi cleared his throat twice and shot Heavenly Hatred True Lord and the others a meaningful look. "All right, the