Three months later.
July, year 10001 of the Yulan Calendar.
Inside the Blacksmith Shop's guest room, everything remained spotless. Loa often used air currents to clean the room. He had changed the sheets three times and aired the bedding in the sun five times-don't ask what he did with its occupant while changing them. He simply wrapped him in an air current and floated him like a balloon.
Fresh wildflowers stood in the vase on the windowsill. Wangcai had picked them on the mountain. Although he had knocked off half the petals while picking them, the few flowers left were still blooming stubbornly. Yellow and white crowded together, making a rather pretty sight.
Had he not sensed Olivier's Spiritual Force gradually rising, Loa really would have thought he would not pull through.
During that first month, Olivier's Spiritual Force had been like a lamp about to go out, flickering between light and darkness, liable to die at any moment.
Every night before bed, Loa had checked his breathing and only closed his eyes after confirming he was still alive.
In the second month, the lamp steadied. It no longer threatened to go out, but it did not shine brightly either. It simply hung there, keeping him on edge. In the third month, the lamp began to brighten, growing brighter by the day, going from a candle flame to an oil lamp, then from an oil lamp to a torch.
It seemed he had pulled through. He would probably wake soon.
Keeping track of the time, Loa had not gone to the Chaotic Territory over the past two days.
He had left Wuzhui and Wangcai there to help the newly supported faction expand its territory.
The destabilizing elements in the Chaotic Territory had all been eliminated-the Dark Church and the Radiant