On the welcoming cloud platform at the edge of the Yaochi Fairyland, the usual scene of graceful cranes and drifting auspicious clouds had completely vanished. It was replaced by an atmosphere of gloom and despair. The Demon Lord's sturdy body was laid upon a ten-thousand-year warm jade couch, while a few apothecary boys frantically applied glowing green bone-mending ointment to his split knuckles and arms. The air was thick with a pungent herbal odor and a faint smell of blood. Even though the Demon Lord possessed a physique as resilient as an ancient fierce beast, he kept his eyes tightly closed, his complexion sallow, and his breathing rough and rattling like a broken bellows. Every inhalation caused the temporary bandages bound across his chest to slightly seep with blood.
Not far away beside a green jade table, the Fairy of Yaochi sat cross-legged, her naturally jade-smooth face now pale to the point of transparency. Her eyes were half-closed, and a wisp of extremely faint white mist hovered above her head as she labored to regulate her breathing after excessively depleting her primordial celestial energy. Her Flowing Cloud Sleeves hung limply at her sides, the cuffs still bearing scorched marks left by the erosion of Xingtian's malevolent aura. A female attendant cautiously held a cup of warm jade nectar, yet dared not disturb her.
Nangong Lie leaned lazily against a coiled-dragon jade pillar, looking the most battered of all. The smell of alcohol on him was overpower…
Chapter 66