Whoosh!
Wang Quan rode the Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust, trailing a long tail of smoke as he entered the largest palace.
This palace had suffered the worst collapse back then.
Now, it was also the best repaired.
Almost the entire palace had been restored, with only a few cracks left unfilled.
Large numbers of medicinal spirits pulled bits of their legs and feet off their bodies, mixed them with soil, and filled the cracks little by little.
When they saw Wang Quan, they likewise burrowed into the cracks and dared not come out, trembling all over.
Wang Quan ignored them and simply drove the smoke and dust onward to see that maidservant.
Whoosh!
The smoke and dust landed.
Wang Quan saw the maidservant from the Great Unification Era, and he also saw Ying Jiaren.
At that moment, Ying Jiaren sat upright on a cloud, her eyes vacant.
Sticks of Sandalwood Incense burned all around her.
The Sandalwood Incense gave off billowing clouds of thick smoke, yet never seemed to diminish.
With each breath she took, all that thick smoke entered her body, then emerged again through her pores, over and over.
She also formed seals with both hands and recited scriptures.
Divine abilities were born from her hands, one after another.
Some divine abilities were tempered in the incense smoke, becoming glittering and flickering, very beautiful.
Some divine abilities shot through the air, their destination unknown.
Other divine abilities shrank, resembling tiny stars, and hung from her hair and clothes, jingling without end.
When Ying Jiaren saw Wang Quan, a glimmer of life appeared in her vacant eyes, but it was far too faint.
Still, Wang Quan noticed that as time passed, her eyes grew increasingly lively.
Presumably, it would not be long before she fully regained consciousness.