Back in Chenlin Village, it was early morning on July 9, the day after Lesser Siming Xiao Yi's treatment.
The crimson sun rose once again above the eastern horizon, spilling dazzling light. Before anyone knew it, another day had arrived.
As though sensing the sunlight, Xiao Yi, who lay on the bed in the guest room, fluttered her lashes, then woke from her deep sleep. She raised a small hand and gently rubbed her bleary eyes.
She had no idea how she had fallen asleep yesterday, but after a good night's rest, she felt much more refreshed, and her whole body felt comfortable.
Xiao Yi sat up and looked around, then got out of bed, put on her clothes and shoes, and pushed open the door.
At that moment, Chen Xiaojun was still sitting quietly in the courtyard, using Sword Shadow Form alongside his practice of the Impartial Sword Qi Art. He had skipped morning training to wait for Xiao Yi.
Just then, his slightly lowered eyes suddenly opened, and his expression shifted. "Is she awake?"
When Xiao Yi saw Chen Xiaojun approaching, her eyes lit up, and she hurried over.
Chen Xiaojun bent down and reached out to gently pinch her soft cheek. Seeing how healthy her complexion looked, he finally felt completely at ease.
Then he asked, "How do you feel? Nothing feels uncomfortable, does it?"
Xiao Yi shook her head, indicating that everything was fine.
Seeing this, Chen Xiaojun's expression shifted, and he continued, "Can you speak now? Give it a try."
At his words, Xiao Yi tilted her head slightly, seeming puzzled. She had tried many times before, but making even the slightest sound had always been difficult. She had to muster every ounce of strength just to barely force out a word or two.
Still,