Inside the stone chamber, Zi Yan and the others watched Jiang Yun, who had been sitting on the altar for nearly three days, their delicate brows involuntarily furrowing.
Although they had confidence in Jiang Yun's strength, this was Demon Saint Jinglian's inheritance, after all. A powerhouse of his caliber stood at the very pinnacle of the continent, so they still could not help worrying.
"Sister Zi Yan, Brother Jiang Yun hasn't moved for three days. Does receiving an inheritance take this long?" After waiting a while longer, Qing Lin could not resist asking Zi Yan.
A trace of worry flashed across Zi Yan's face at her words, but with Jiang Yun unavailable, she was the pillar the three relied on. She said confidently, "Don't worry, Qing Lin. With Xiao Yun's strength, a little problem like this couldn't stump him."
Qing Lin trusted Zi Yan's words, so she could only suppress her worries and quietly wait for Jiang Yun to awaken.
Xiao Yi Xian, who had been listening closely beside them, secretly sighed in relief as well, watching the figure on the altar without any change in her expression.
Another half hour of waiting passed in the blink of an eye. Just as even Zi Yan was beginning to grow impatient, a brilliant light suddenly erupted from the altar. Amid that radiance, under the three girls' delighted gazes, Jiang Yun slowly opened his tightly shut eyes.
"Xiao Yun, you're awake!"
Seeing Jiang Yun awaken, Zi Yan and the others immediately gathered around in delighted surprise. Even Xiao Yi Xian, who had only recently met him, followed closely behind Zi Yan and Qing Lin, approaching at an unhurried pace.
Looking at the three of them, Jiang Yun smiled, then took out a jade slip.
"Is this Demon Saint Jinglian's inheritance?" Zi Yan