A few days later.
The lone Underworld Ghost Ship continued to rise and fall amidst the waves, sailing steadily and aimlessly.
Meanwhile, Mu Jinyu still hadn't awoken from his coma.
This left Wang Qingxue, who had been taking care of him, deeply worried.
During this time, Mu Jinyu had bouts of fever and vomiting, making it seem like something was seriously wrong.
Finally, one day, Mu Jinyu let out a low moan and slowly opened his eyes.
His expression was incredibly weak.
"Jinyu? You've finally woken up?"
Wang Qingxue was just about to fetch some medicinal herbs and elixir to nourish Mu Jinyu's soul when she saw him suddenly wake up, filled with surprise and joy.
Mu Jinyu, regaining consciousness, felt completely powerless, as if his bones had been removed.
With a great effort, he barely managed to lift a hand to support his head but still felt as though his head was splitting with pain.
"So much pain!"
"Am I... not dead?"
