Duyu continued, "He spends very little time conscious. His shattered dantian did tremendous damage to his body, and without his root bone to support him, he can only lie in bed. He has hardly walked at all in these five hundred years, which has caused a severe loss of blood and vitality. We keep him alive with expensive medicinal ingredients, and when necessary, even my Demon Dragon flesh and blood have been used as medicine."
Duyu spared no effort in showing how much he had done for Xiaoqiu, hoping to make Chi Yu feel that the price he was paying was actually well worth it.
Chi Yu thanked them sincerely. "Thank you both. I won't short you a single spirit stone."
Chi Yu had never cared much about spirit stones, but now that he needed them, he realized just how little he owned-
Of course he knew Duyu was demanding an exorbitant price.
But Chi Yu did not care.
Even a thousand Top-Grade Spirit Stones could not repay Duyu for saving Xiaoqiu. He was sincerely grateful to him.
As they spoke, they finally reached Xiaoqiu's Sleeping Palace.
Xiao Jingyu had assigned quite a few palace attendants to watch over and care for Xiaoqiu. Now he waved a hand, dismissing them all.
The palace doors stood wide open. The moment Chi Yu stepped inside, he caught the rich scent of medicine, so thick it almost seemed tangible.
On the enormous bed lay a handsome youth, his face as pale as paper, his eyes tightly shut. His lashes were long and thick, his brows tightly furrowed. Even in sleep, he looked far from peaceful.
Chi Yu sat on the edge of the bed and gazed at Xiaoqiu's sleeping face, feeling a little dazed-in his own experience, they had been apart for less