After seeing Li Yan, Bai Rou even forgot to ask how the battle against the Phantom Sect had ended. Nor did she ask about Li Yan's experiences over the years.
Yet her heart was like a restless spirit deer crashing into her chest. Her first thought was whether being alone with Li Yan would arouse others' suspicion...
Looking at Bai Rou's pale, weakened face, Li Yan smiled faintly to himself. Senior Sister Bai was already the head of a sect, yet she was still as inarticulate as ever.
"Senior Sister, they are not here. This is the Immortal-Spirit Realm. When you saved Zhaoyan, your sea of consciousness suffered a devastating blow, and you fell unconscious.
There was no way to treat you in the lower realm, so I could only bring you to the Immortal-Spirit Realm. Yet there were still very few people here who could heal your injuries.
Even the experts of the upper realm's Phantom Sect had no way to wake you. Only after someone recommended this place did we find someone who could heal you!
You were gravely injured this time and nearly never woke up. Your junior brother truly must thank you once more!"
Li Yan shifted his gaze from Bai Rou toward the distant mountains, his tone carrying both memories and calmness.
He would not explain how she had been treated. There was no meaning in it. She had been willing to risk her life—what did he have to boast about? In the end, it all became two heartfelt words of thanks.
"Ah... th-this is the Immortal-Spirit Realm? Then where are Zhaoyan and the others? And... and who were the enemies in that sect battle..."
Bai Rou's expression had already been half real and half dreamlike, unable to accept everything before her. Li Yan's few