Coupled with her brother's entrustment before his sacrifice, Rong Xian was too busy feeling sorry for the child to even think about the position of sect leader.
In other words, no matter how tiring it is, she and Fuyin still prefer to travel and enjoy nature.
The couple watched with concern, waiting for their niece to recover so they could hand over the affairs of the sect.
Leaning against the outermost edge, Qin Xi's cousin at the table also watched longingly. After a year of hard work, he had earned far less spirit stones.
Sigh, I still couldn't get a word with the goddess today, but I'm not in a hurry. Once Yuanyuan wakes up, I'll go up and say a few words to her, and then I'll have plenty to brag about.
Under the concerned gazes of a group of people, Song Tingwan extracted the transparent soul from Shangguan Xi's body and slowly placed it back into Qin Xi's body.
Instantly, Shangguan Xi's body relaxed completely, and the agility within her vanished.
Qin Xi's one intact eye twitched, its eyelashes trembling as if it were struggling to open.
Song Tingwan gently touched her face, leaned closer and whispered, "Don't rush, your soul has been separated from your body for a year, it will take some time to adapt."
Upon hearing Wan'er's words, Qin Yuanyuan's trembling eyelashes finally calmed down.
Baili Xijiang stepped forward and said, "Don't worry, we're all here to watch over you."
Upon hearing this, the room fell silent for a moment.
Is this the kind of heartfelt thing that Baili Xijiang could say?
Song Tingwan held Qin Xi's hand and glanced at him in surprise.
Baili Xijiang met his master's gaze, puffed out his chest, and asked confidently as if to say, "What's wrong?"
The Rong family silently made a mental note of Baili Dansheng, and for the first time, they looked at him with serious eyes.
Despite his young age, he has many identities.
The only disciple of the Sleeping Goddess, the young master of the Dragon Clan, and the Pill Saint.
Although he can no longer refine pills, with Song Tingwan around, he should be able to recover.
The young people in this room are all outstanding individuals, and it seems they are destined to join the gods in the future.
Their daughter, Yuanyuan, is the same.
Rong Xian looked at her niece lying quietly on the bed with pride and satisfaction. "Brother, don't worry. Yuanyuan is stronger and more resilient than you think."
Song Tingwan and the others looked at Baili Xijiang with smiles, and after a long while, their smiles became somewhat teasing.
Just as Baili Xijiang had said, they stayed in Qin Xi's room for a full day and night.
Song Tingwan talked about her relationship with A Yao's divine status and also mentioned her future plans.
She will wait for everyone to ascend together.
Although she missed Ayao very much, her elderly father was here, and she couldn't rest easy until she could think of a way to help him ascend to the realm of gods.
And my friends.
They were all much weaker than before, and she worried that her companions had been bullied. When Qin Xi woke up, she would give them the divine pills formed from the power of a demigod.
But they still need to go through another round of heavenly lightning and receive divine permission before they can be fully healed.
"No problem! I've been struck by lightning once before, I have experience!" Baili Xijiang remained carefree, his words leaving people helpless.
What kind of good experience is this?
“…I can handle it.” Wan Qiji suppressed a laugh and said in a muffled voice.
He looked out the window at the sky with a longing in his eyes.
He needs to recover as soon as possible so he can strive to ascend again.
To catch up with Ayao's footsteps.
Song Tingwan smiled and nodded, finally fixing her gaze on Shen Zhuochuan.
He sat at the table, and after absorbing the spiritual essence, his complexion improved, and his unconsciously furrowed brows relaxed.
It was as if she had been turned upside down from the frail Song Tingwan of the past.
"Can it withstand the heavenly lightning?" Song Tingwan asked softly, with a hint of worry in her voice.
"How about you rest for a while longer, and then I'll accompany you through the Heavenly Tribulation alone?"
After she finished speaking, she still added a sentence, seemingly unsure of what to do.
Holding a cup of the rich spiritual tea she had given him, Shen Zhuochuan shook his head with amusement, "I'm not that weak."
Just grit your teeth and bear it.
Song Tingwan sighed helplessly, "I'll take another look at your body when that day comes."
He used to say that she carried everything on her own, and that she always gritted her teeth and persevered when she was in pain or tired.
Actually, he was the same.
Baili Xijiang sat on the floor beside the bed, looking up at his master and his uncle sitting over there, silently raising his eyebrows.
"Master, why does Uncle have special spiritual tea? I want some too."
Wanqiji had long noticed that after the Heavenly Tribulation, a warm feeling always lingered between Wan'er and Shen Zhuochuan, so the dark-skinned, broken-browed Demon Lord also coughed lightly and spoke.
"Can I have it too?"
Shen Zhuochuan held the spiritual tea, which was overflowing with spiritual energy, and looked at Song Tingwan with a helpless smile. He also smiled broadly: "You refused it yourselves just now, so why are you blaming Wan'er now that you've changed your minds?"
I just asked them if they wanted tea.
Baili Xijiang, with his neck stiff, shouted, "I thought it was just the usual spiritual tea, who knew Master was going to take out something good? Your disciple and Aji are weak too, Master—"
The woman poked his forehead with her slender fingertips and smiled indulgently.
"You're always the one who talks the most."
Even so, she conjured a jade cup in her hand, filled each of them with a cup of rich spiritual tea, and personally served it to them.
"Alright then," Song Tingwan said with a playful laugh.
Baili Xijiang took a sip and deliberately smacked his lips, "Delicious!"
Wanqiji thanked her in a low voice. After seeing Baili's appearance, he also took a bite and said thoughtfully, "I feel like my injuries have mostly healed."
Shen Zhuochuan chuckled softly from the side.
“Aji, how did you end up doing bad things too?” Song Tingwan said with a smile.
Wan Qiji raised his cup, and everyone in the room burst into laughter.
Rong Xian, who was about to push the door open and enter, stopped, smiled, and turned to leave.
She wouldn't go in and spoil the atmosphere since the young people were having a good time.
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