The weather was bright and sunny, with a sky as pure and blue as a gemstone, completely free of a single cloud. Everything in the small realm felt tranquil and beautiful. When Daoist Chunyangzi woke from his sleep, the sun was already high in the sky, and it was well past noon.
The previous night, using secret techniques from ancient texts had cost him a vast amount of magical power, leaving his body utterly exhausted and his Primordial Spirit damaged. At that moment, he slowly sat up, feeling weak all over, as if stripped of every ounce of energy.
Just then, Xiangliu and Leng Qingqiu hurried over. Their faces were etched with anxiety, and their eyes revealed deep concern. Leng Qingqiu spoke first: "You're finally awake! We were so worried something might happen to you..." Her voice was filled with worry and unease. "Daoist Chunyangzi, thank you for saving my life! That I managed to escape Huzhang's clutches is entirely due to you risking your life to buy my freedom. Please accept my bow."
Chapter 141