Thinking about it, Ling Chuxi shuddered. She had narrowly escaped death. Standing tall above the waves, Cang Yuan’s sturdy figure started to fade, leaving behind a light shadow that was hard to see.
“I will leave now. He should be able to survive for half a year. If the time comes and not enough Ink Jade Crystals can be found to awaken me, he will be beyond salvation,” Cang Yuan’s voice murmured by her ear, and then his figure disappeared as he fell into a deep sleep.
Duan Xiaomo’s mind ocean became calm once again. Those grids that were destroying his mind still remained, but they were much weaker than before, and some places had even started to break apart.
When she opened her eyes, Ling Chuxi realized that her entire body was drenched in sweat. Just now when she had entered Duan Xiaomo’s mind, she did not notice any oddities, but now she knew that the Celestial Core had also left quite an impact on her own mind.
After wiping off her sweat, Ling Chuxi opened the door to invite Duan Qingchen in. Outside the door, Duan Qingchen and Duan Feiyu were pacing anxiously.
The surrounding lights had dimmed, and it was actually almost sunset. Unknowingly, a couple of hours had already passed.
Seeing Duan Xiaomo, Duan Feiyu rushed over to his side. “Xiaomo, how are you?”
“Chuxi, are you alright?” Duan Qingchen went to greet Ling Chuxi quickly.
Seeing that Duan Qingchen’s first concern was her instead of Duan Xiaomo, regardless of whether it was sincere or just putting on a show, Ling Chuxi felt a little touched.
“I’m fine. Xiaomo’s situation has stabilized. There shouldn’t be that many problems for the next six months. If we get more Ink Jade Crystals, perhaps he can recover a little more of his mind, but complete recovery would still require the culprit to be found,” Ling Chuxi explained tiredly. She did not even know how many Ink Jade Crystals the Cang Yuan Sword Spirit needed to condense into a form, so she did not dare to speak too confidently.
Suddenly, Duan Xiaomo opened his eyes wide, looked at Ling Chuxi confusedly and muttered, “Ling… Chuxi… Ling… Chuxi…”
“Xiaomo!” Duan Qingchen and Duan Feiyu exclaimed in joy. In the past, Duan Xiaomo always looked empty and lost, but now he just looked confused and even called out Ling Chuxi’s name! His sickness was obviously much better.
It was a pity that after speaking those few words, Duan Xiaomo once again recovered the lost gaze of the past, not responding to his two relatives. Even so, they were still ecstatic.
“Thank you, Chuxi! I will go and search for the culprit now. The Ink Jade Crystals will be sent over by someone shortly. During this period, I shall leave Xiaomo in your care.” Duan Qingchen finally felt at ease as he spoke to Ling Chuxi.
“Uncle Duan, please don’t worry. With me around, nothing will happen to Xiaomo,” Ling Chuxi said reassuringly.
“Alright. Feiyu, during this period of time, you shall also stay in the Golden Pill Sect. Make sure nothing bad happens,” Duan Qingchen instructed his grandson.
“Yes, Grandfather,” Duan Feiyu replied.
After that, Duan Qingchen gave them some instructions, then hurriedly left the Golden Pill Sect.
“Miss Ling, many thanks for saving Xiaomo. If I have offended you in the past, please forgive me,” Duan Feiyu bowed deeply to Ling Chuxi and said apologetically.
“Brother Duan, there’s no need to be so courteous. You can just call me Chuxi, all my friends call me that.” Although Ling Chuxi did not think much of Duan Feiyu in the past, seeing his concern for Duan Xiaomo made her change her opinion of him. It was inevitable that the disciples of sects were a little prideful, but very few had the brotherly love he did. Based on this alone, Ling Chuxi was willing to befriend him.