In the dimly lit enclosed environment, the glow of candlelight illuminated the surroundings. As Lu Ye slowly awoke, he felt pain all over his body.
A long-familiar fragrance lingered around his nostrils, and beneath his head, he felt a warm, soft cushion. There was also a hand placed over his heart, from which gentle mana was emanating, clearly aiding his healing.
Lu Ye did not move.
He slowly recalled what had happened before.
While pursuing the Spectral Sedan Chair, he provoked a counterattack with a single strike and almost died on the spot. He survived, but the ox demon that accompanied him perished, leaving not even a trace behind.
Much from before was unclear, and although he had some vague suspicions, he couldn't confirm them.
"Your injuries aren't too severe; a few more days of rest and you'll be fine." In the tranquil environment, Jiu Yan's voice sounded, somewhat relieved.
