Lu Changfeng withdrew his Divine Sense and slowly opened his eyes.
On the bed, Shen Guannan had lost consciousness after the bloody light burst from his eyes. He was now sleeping deeply.
His breathing had steadied considerably, and a little color had even returned to his pale face.
Lu Changfeng rose, loosened his stiff neck, and pushed open the door.
Outside, everyone was waiting with eager anticipation.
Shen Lingyue was the first to approach. His gaze swept past Lu Changfeng into the room behind him. "Sir, how is Guan Nan?"
"His Divine Soul has been restored."
Lu Changfeng said, "He is asleep at the moment. He should wake shortly."
At those words, Shen Lingyue's shoulders, which had been tense for three months, finally relaxed.
He said nothing more, merely bowing deeply to Lu Changfeng.
Lu Changfeng reached out to support him. "There is no need for that, Sect Master."
Shen Lingyue straightened, took a deep breath, and strode into the room.
Xu Yuanzhi, Liu Qianfan, Wang Maozhong, and the others hurried after him.
They gathered around the bed, looking at the young man sleeping soundly upon it.
A short while later, Shen Guannan's eyelids trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Those eyes were no longer empty and muddled as they had been for the past three months. They were clear and bright, carrying a tranquility they had never possessed before.
He looked at the ceiling, then turned his head to look at his father beside the bed. His lips moved.
"Father."
Shen Lingyue shuddered. It had been three months. This was the first time he had heard his son call him "Father"-not howling at empty air, not babbling like a madman, but truly, unmistakably recognizing him.
He took his son's hand without a word and simply squeezed it hard.