At the bottom of the Great Luo Golden Pool, the golden waters slowly settled, their last ripple fading away.
The water was thick and heavy, gleaming like reddish gold. On the stone platform, Mandala slowly lowered her head and looked at her open, fair-skinned palm.
She could clearly feel that the curse deep within her body had truly vanished!
"How do you feel now?" Mu Chen withdrew his hand and asked casually.
To him, dispelling this curse was as easy as killing an Earthly Sovereign.
Mandala raised her head, her golden eyes turning once more toward the black-robed youth standing before the stone platform.
"...Very good. Far better than I imagined!"
She did not thank him.
Mu Chen did not need her thanks, either.
From the very beginning, this had been a transaction.
"The curse is gone, but your essence has been eroded for too long. Recovering your strength will take time." Mu Chen swept his gaze over her petite figure, his tone matter-of-fact.
"It will take a little over a month for you to return to your peak. Until then, you still need to rest. You should avoid fighting, and especially avoid overtaxing your mind."
Mandala nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
She rose from the stone platform, her bare feet touching the cold stone. Her long black hair fell like a waterfall, nearly trailing on the ground and making her unclothed, petite figure look even fairer and more translucent.
Mu Chen took one of his own black outer robes from his Mustard Seed Bracelet and handed it to her.
"Put this on first."
Mandala looked up at him, then at the robe that was far too large for her, but said nothing.
The black robe enveloped her completely, its hem dragging on the ground and its sleeves reaching her knees.