Song Qiuya stepped forward and gently took Yun Sheng's hand.
"He no longer has the Mountains and Rivers Painting. The thin spiritual energy in Chen Family Village can't support so many Nascent Soul cultivators cultivating at once. He'll definitely be setting up the grand formation again and making all sorts of major changes. You don't want your cultivation to stagnate either, do you?" Song Qiuya's voice was soft, yet carried an unquestionable force.
With that, Song Qiuya released her hand and turned toward the courtyard gate.
Her figure disappeared into the moonlight.
Yun Sheng stood where she was. The night breeze brushed past, but her cheeks still burned.
She looked up toward the Master Bedroom.
Just think of it as repaying his kindness. Yun Sheng took a deep breath, repeating those words to herself.
Right. He dealt with the Spirit-Devouring Heaven-Swallowing Beast. He saved my life. Yes, just this once. I'm only helping him heal.
Having finally steeled herself, Yun Sheng turned and went inside to bathe.
Inside the Master Bedroom.
Chen Lin sat cross-legged on the bed, his face as white as paper.
He had not let it show in front of the others, but his Sea of Consciousness was a complete mess.
Forcibly severing his connection to the Mountains and Rivers Painting had been like hacking away a chunk of his brain with a dull knife. His Divine Sense, which had once extended thirty thousand meters, was now huddled at the center of his Sea of Consciousness, riddled with cracks and utterly dim.
Every trickle of circulating true essence tugged at his Sea of Consciousness, triggering a burst of piercing pain.
"Phew."
Chen Lin exhaled a stale breath, fine beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.
He casually grabbed a handful of supreme-grade Essence-Returning Pills and shoved