And at the very moment the jade pendant shattered—deep within the clouds, in the Ninefold Realm.

On the high platform made of ice and stone, the solemn white-haired immortal slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were pure white, like two crystals, and his long eyelashes were slightly drooping, covered with silver frost.

A stream of flowing water rose from the altar below the steps, condensing into a mirror in which Nan Xian's face gradually appeared.

Yunwu gently moved her eyes, and her crystal-like pupils quickly turned dark.

The high platform collapsed, the snow-covered clothes were all gone, and peach blossom petals replaced the snow that filled the sky, falling one after another.

A tall figure with dark hair and deep eyes gracefully stepped into the mortal realm.

Nan Xian had just helped Situ Ting sit down in a chair when she turned around and suddenly her vision blurred; she almost bumped into the man's arms.

A pair of cool, large hands gently supported her arm.

"Be careful." It was a familiar voice.

Nan Xian looked up, her eyes widening in surprise, "Yunwu! It really is you!"

Yunwu smiled gently, withdrew her arm, and politely took half a step back.

His gaze swept over the spot where Nan Xian and Situ Ting had stood, his eyes flashing back to the scene from just a few minutes earlier.

With eyes lowered, he understood everything.

He looked at Nan Xian again, a faint smile playing on his lips, "Take me to see that person."

**

It was the same familiar ICU ward, but this time it wasn't Lu Anna lying there, but He Mingxiao.

He Mingxiao's condition was very strange. He had a high fever, his skin was burning light pink, and blood kept seeping from the tips of his fingers hanging outside the bed. The whole ward was filled with a strong and lingering smell of blood.

Nan Xian stood in the observation room, watching Yun Wu approach He Mingxiao and bend down to examine him closely.

He took his hand and squeezed it gently.

The blood, which was still dripping, suddenly flowed down like a jet of water, pooling on the ground into a dark puddle.

Nan Xian felt a chill run down her spine. She looked away and nudged Situ Ting, who was sitting to the side.

"Will it really work?"

Situ Ting hadn't spoken since Yunwu appeared. Nan Xian assumed she was still reeling from the shock of being blocked by the protective amulet, unaware that she had already recovered. Her silence was simply due to utter astonishment.

Can anyone tell her why this legendary, elusive ancestor would be so kind and gentle to an ordinary human, even descending to earth to help her?

Am I hallucinating? Probably!

"Situ Ting?"

"Huh? Ah?" Situ Ting snapped out of her daze. "What's up?"

Nan Xian pointed to the two people in the ICU.

Yunwu seemed to still be studying He Mingxiao's hand, bending over and staring intently at the bleeding spot.

Nan Xian watched his blood gushing out like it was free, and she felt the pain too.

"Are you sure it can work? Why haven't you started treatment yet? Are you also stumped by this?"

Situ Ting almost slid off her chair, silently complaining to herself:

The person you're talking about is a powerful figure who has cultivated for countless years, a patriarch-level being. How dare you gossip about him behind his back...?

She glanced subconsciously in Yunwu's direction.

After Nan Xian finished speaking, Yun Wu's back stiffened slightly, and then a helpless smile appeared on her lips.

The subtle curve was caught by the perceptive Situ Ting, and her mind went blank once again.

Good grief, you're not even angry about this...

Nan Xian, oh Nan Xian, what's your background?