The Spirit-Awakening Pill Really Worked

Putting away the daydream he had just finished, Zhang Xiaohua licked his somewhat dry lips, formed a hand seal, and slipped out of the pill room. Glancing at the sun, which had tilted slightly westward, he once again used the Art of Riding the Wind and headed for the rear mountain of Shixin Peak. Only when he neared Huanxi Mountain Villa did he twist his body and burrow into the earth.

Inside Ou Yan's bedchamber, only Qiutong paced anxiously. She walked from one end of the room to the other, then from the other end back again. At first, her eyes would occasionally dart toward the door, but as time passed, she could no longer be bothered to look. Her gaze settled only on Ou Yan, who lay flat on the bed, her face already turning ashen black.

Ou Yan was even thinner now. After only a few days apart, her whole face seemed to be nothing but skin stretched over bone, while her unmoving hands resting upon her chest were as thin as chicken claws. Not a trace remained of her former charm. Fair cheeks and white bones—perhaps that was the best description of Ou Yan.

Seeing Ou Yan like this, Qiutong had long since wept from heartache. Yet the tears merely hung on her face, falling throughout the entire chamber as she wandered about unconsciously. Old Yu sat listlessly on a chair in the outer room, his eyes fixed on the doorway, a fierce glint flashing through them from time to time.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in Old Yu's vision. He remained in a daze, seemingly turning a blind eye to it.

"Old Yu? What's wrong with you..." Only when the shadow spoke did Old Yu come back to himself. Was this not Zhang Xiaohua, whom he had