When Ye Han learned from the Seventh Elder and Qing Xuan Daoist that Han Yuwan had been gravely injured for quite some time, he could barely sit still. Still, with his state of mind, suppressing that agitation was easy enough.
Although Han Yuwan's life was not in danger, more than half her cultivation had been stripped away, and her lifespan, divine soul, and divine sense had all suffered damage. Naturally, she was far from well.
For an ordinary cultivator, injuries of this severity meant being more than halfway to death. Without heavenly treasures or miraculous pills to save their life, they would likely have no further hope of pursuing the Great Dao, nor many good days left.
The expressions on Qing Xuan Daoist's and the Seventh Elder's faces also made it clear that they had truly done their utmost, yet had barely improved Han Yuwan's condition. Her situation was evidently worse than they had described.
Sure enough!
Ye Han hurried to Han Yuwan's cave abode and called for quite a while before its doors finally opened...
Han Yuwan's delighted voice came from within. "Junior Brother, you're back?!"
Although Han Yuwan did her best to make her voice sound better and her breath stronger, Ye Han immediately sensed the weakness in her voice...
Ye Han entered Han Yuwan's cave abode and found her looking haggard. She had even put on rouge and powder. Why would a cultivator need such mundane things?
Only when something was wrong would she resort to them!
Whoosh! Ye Han moved, catching her hand in his. Spell power flowed into her arm as he examined her condition.
Han Yuwan looked at Ye Han and trembled slightly. "Junior Brother! You...!"
She wanted to explain, to defend herself, to reassure him, to tell Ye Han everything...
Yet in the