Wang Yu had no idea how much time had passed before he suddenly felt a fiery pain engulf half his body in the darkness. Amid that pain, faint threads of coolness kept coursing through him, noticeably easing the agony wherever they passed.
Then a spoon carefully pried his mouth open, and a trickle of delicious broth with a slight fishy tang flowed in, slipping smoothly down his throat into his stomach.
A moment later, warmth rose in his dantian, turning into threads of spiritual energy that slowly spread through his meridians.
This was...!
Nourished by that spiritual energy, Wang Yu finally felt himself regain some control over his body and slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze met a pair of lovely eyes as gentle as water.
Their owner was a beautiful young married woman who looked about twenty-four or twenty-five, with a round face, a straight nose, and curved willow-leaf brows. Dressed in pale green, she sat beside his bed, holding a wooden bowl in one hand and a soup spoon in the other.
When the woman met Wang Yu's gaze, her eyes widened. Her small mouth hung open, and astonishment filled her face.
But before she could react further-
With a whoosh, a white blur sprang up from beneath the bed.
A whitish, scale-covered head pressed against Wang Yu's neck, rubbing against him incessantly while letting out cheerful hisses.
"Lord White Glaze!"
Only then did the woman start in alarm. She hurriedly rose with the wooden bowl and retreated several steps, her expression respectful.
"Little White, we haven't been apart that long. How have you grown smaller and smaller?" Wang Yu gently pushed the little beast's head away from his neck, though excitement surged within him.
He had actually returned to the Cultivation World so easily.
The white blur