***
One week later.
Gu Qinghe slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was not the sky, but Saint Yue's face.
When he tried to get up, his body felt stiff and sore. Every time he moved, his joints ached as if thousands of blades were stabbing into them.
Noticing that Gu Qinghe had woken up, Saint Yue immediately turned her attention to him.
She lowered her head and looked closely at his face, her eyes glistening with emotion.
"You're finally awake, Qinghe."
Gu Qinghe gave a faint smile, then looked around.
He and Saint Yue were in the middle of the light-element stone altar, which had once been badly damaged but was now restored to normal.
He saw yellow fairies flying everywhere, but not a single one landed on his body anymore.
That clearly confused him.
Saint Yue helped Gu Qinghe sit cross-legged, leaning against one of the pillars of the light altar.
"Try cultivating, Qinghe," she said.
