"White Team, have I completed my mission?"

The power of faith is almost entirely in Qingyun, so now there's practically no one to compete with him for it.

"Yes, does the host want to leave?"

This task was very simple. Although we had been raising the cannon fodder for a year, it only took about two years.

No, stay.

She stayed for him as before, and the two grew old together.

Qingyun felt as if countless forces were running around inside her body, coursing through her limbs.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he slowly merged all the power of faith into one, integrating it all into himself.

He felt lightheaded, his blood was warm, and he felt full of energy.

Suddenly, his eyes opened wide, bright as the stars and the sea.

"elder sister…"

hoarse and deep

Qingyun felt that his mouth was not dry, but his throat was still a little dry.

Dou Shiliu came in carrying a glass of water.

Qingyun stared at her

"elder sister…"

His throat had become deep and hoarse from not speaking for a long time, and it was very magnetic.

"Sweetie, open your mouth and drink some water to moisten your throat."

Dou Shiliu gently helped him up and fed him water little by little to help him get through the ordeal.

Qingyun felt a little better in her throat.

Putting the water aside, Dou Shiliu patted his head.

"You haven't eaten in a long time, are you hungry? Let me get you something."

Dou Shiliu grilled fish outside, but he just woke up; wouldn't eating grilled food be bad for his stomach?

But orcs probably don't need to worry about these things, right?

Well, she'd better try to get some millet porridge, since she'd only just woken up.

He slept for a full six months...