"My disciple..."
In the Jianghai Hotel, Yu Wenxuan lay on an opulent bed, groaning faintly like a lonely, wandering spirit.
The room was dim. Four ghee lamps flickered in a corner as the smoke of burning incense drifted through the air.
This burning Tibetan Incense was priceless. It was condensed from a multitude of rare treasures—Snow Lotus, gold and silver, Musk—and prepared using an Ancient Scripture Secret Technique. It had the effect of calming fright, soothing the soul, and dispelling inner demons.
"Master, you're awake!"
Hearing the call, Huyan Sword, who was tending to the incense in the corner, immediately dropped what he was doing and rushed to Yu Wenxuan's bedside.
The weight on his heart was finally lifted.
Qi deviation was terrifying. Once someone in the Grandmaster Realm succumbed to it, the consequences were unimaginable. It wasn't unheard of for them to fall into a slumber that could last more than a decade.
