"..."
At the sound of that voice, Ye Li frowned slightly.
His dark eyes pierced through the heavy Mansion Gate and fell directly on the woman's somewhat weakened figure.
His supply of Treasure Medicine was restricted, and his movements were hindered...
Trouble was, without question, the last thing he needed right now.
Yet this Heavenly Origin Master from the Skysoar Pavilion seemed unwilling to behave.
"That's none of your concern."
Ye Li's voice was cold, carrying an unmistakable intent to drive her away:
"Go back to your side hall. From now on, you are not to step outside your room without my permission."
With that, he did not even bother waving her away. He simply closed his eyes and continued regulating the energy within his body.
A deathly silence immediately settled outside the Mansion Gate.
Yet the expected sound of Zhou Yan's departing footsteps never came.
Her figure remained standing in the thick darkness outside.
A moment later.
Knock, knock!
The dull knocking sounded again, quicker and more resolute than before.
Then Zhou Yan's voice, feigning composure yet unable to conceal its tremor, carried through the courtyards:
"Fellow Daoist... I know what you're worried about."
"If you think recovering with those pills alone will take too long for you to reach the [Dragon Martial Tournament] on time..."
"I do have a method."
"Not only can it help you swiftly recover to your peak, it can also help you break through your cultivation bottleneck, saving you tens of thousands of years of arduous cultivation!"
Boom!
The instant her words fell.
The Mansion Gate before her, which had remained tightly shut for so long, suddenly flew open!
An invisible gust swept out, making Zhou Yan's bloodstained white dress snap in the wind.
Beneath the night sky.
The young man stood tall in