Song Tingwan laughed.
"You need something from me?"
The two women had some acquaintance, but it wasn't worth Su Xi moving the demon clan's treasure trove.
However, she accepted this kindness.
One is the ghost fox hair, and the other is the pile of magical artifacts used to wake her up.
Su Xi smiled and said, "We'll talk about it when you're better."
As a venerable fox clan member, most of her actions were driven by ulterior motives.
Faced with the plight of the fox clan, she placed her hopes on Song Tingwan.
Hopefully, Xiaomian'er will bring her a surprise.
Song Tingwan understood; this was no small matter.
Then, she looked at Wu Ling and asked inquiringly, "How long was I unconscious? How did that great battle end? How are A Yao and the others?"
Faced with her still gentle gaze, Wu Ling was stunned for a long time.
In the end, it was Su Xi who spoke.
That great battle ended with the death of the Demon Lord.
"And you, you've been in a coma for over a hundred years."
“Wu Ling has been here watching over you, and hasn’t contacted your sister or friends.”
"But, undeniably, they all miss you."
Su Xi is in the demon realm, but she can still hear many rumors.
For example, that alchemist saint from the Dragon Clan always needs to be praised.
For example, the Heavenly Mystery Sect and the Cloud Palace Peak have never given up searching for her.
Many people are looking for her.
Upon hearing this, Song Tingwan murmured absentmindedly, "A hundred years have already passed...?"
It seems like just yesterday I was watching my sister and her best friends playing around me.
But after a dream, only she remained in the past.
"How are they?"
Song Tingwan asked softly.
"Well, you'll have to see for yourself."
Su Xi blinked, then pointed to the magical artifacts surrounding her and said to her:
"To prevent them from taking you away, I've confiscated all your communication stones and spirit mirrors. Focus on recovering your health, and after we've dealt with the demon race, the Demon King and I will personally escort you away."
After saying that, the beautiful woman pinched her cheek to reassure her and let her recover, then flicked her fox tail and disappeared swiftly.
Song Tingwan leaned against the bed, her eyes slowly drifting towards Wu Ling.
"Thanks."
They have protected her for a hundred years.
The debt of gratitude has already been repaid.
Wu Ling shook her head, "I'm relieved to see you're awake."
"There's an internal strife within the demon race, but the specific reasons are widely debated. Su Xi didn't tell anyone that you were here, and she hasn't left this courtyard. But she just left, so presumably... you're useful in quelling the strife?"
His analysis only made Song Tingwan more confused.
I wonder if it's because I've been lying down for a hundred years that my brain has become a bit sluggish.
"But all I know is alchemy. The internal strife among the demon race is nothing more than a struggle for power and profit. What does it have to do with me?"
Wu Ling shook her head, "I don't know yet, but the most important thing for you right now is to rest. The Frostflower has bloomed, so you should be able to recover your health."
The ghost cultivator seemed to have lost the ability to laugh, but each time he would summon his ghostly energy to force a stiff laugh.
I'm happy for her.
Song Tingwan smiled and said, “Indeed, but… my cultivation level is not enough to support me in refining the Fukang Immortal Pill. Also, do you know where my Mustard Seed Space is? It contains the Myriad Manifestations Fruit that I need.”
That was found for her by the Cloud Hidden Clan.
When she woke up and found that the mustard seed space on her wrist was gone, she panicked for a moment.
But I still spoke with them for a while first.
Song Tingwan's eyes were filled with worry.
Worried about losing the Mustard Seed Space, and not being able to get the Myriad Fruits inside, and also...
Xiao Ao is still inside.
"Xiao Ao is with your sister."
Wu Ling explained gently.
Song Tingwan's eyes lit up. "That's good. Su Xi has also taken away my spirit net. Can you tell me about them?"
She never imagined that a century would pass.
Rather than worrying that they've forgotten her, we should worry about how her death has affected them.
This is really worrying.
Wu Ling recalled that everyone had changed a lot.
In particular, Wanqiji transformed from a disciple of the Sword Inquiry Sect into a Demon Lord revered by all demons.
These things... it's better for her to understand them herself.
"They are all safe and sound, and their cultivation has grown rapidly. Now, everyone in the Six Realms knows them."
That's all he could say.
Song Tingwan frowned slightly, her pale face filled with suspicion.
There was something they couldn't say, which made them both stammer and hesitate.
"It's good that you're safe."
Song Tingwan smiled softly.
Whether things change or they forget her, it doesn't matter, as long as they are safe and sound.
She had just woken up, and both Su Xi and Wu Ling wanted her to rest.
After exchanging only a few words, Wu Ling left.
He didn't let his ghostly aura taint the pure spiritual energy within the bamboo house.
Song Tingwan slowly lay down, letting the rich spiritual energy envelop her body.
But she couldn't calm down and close her eyes to rest.
For her, it was just a blink of an eye.
I took a nap.
A century has passed.
These long years are far too long compared to the few years they've known each other.
I wonder how Ayao is doing.
Have you diligently practiced swordsmanship? Have you become the best swordsman?
Hmm, her little apprentice has quite a talent for alchemy; he should be a Pill Saint by now.
Qin Yuanyuan guessed that she had returned to Tianji Sect, but she didn't know if the elders or her mother had made things difficult for her.
Ah Ji, the number one person who cultivates both sword and body?
I wonder if, a hundred years from now, he and A Yao will still spar every day and start fighting at the slightest disagreement.
Song Tingwan couldn't help but have impure thoughts and couldn't help but pout.
Shen Zuochuan…
She told him before the war started that he should trust her.
He will believe it.
Perhaps I can find myself in the Six Realms?
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