Rising Lake.

Qin Yu didn’t stay in the laboratory. He sat on a balcony of the lakeside building, leaning back against a sofa as the crisp wind brought over the faintly sweet fragrance of the grass and trees.

But even this satisfying environment couldn’t alleviate the heaviness in his heart. His eyebrows were slowly furrowed together, like a mountain range pressing against itself.

He hadn’t found a way to heal his soul injuries yet. Everything before this he had only been able to extend the period of time he could last.

Some time ago, Feng Qing had sent over a strange jade that was highly useful to his soul injuries. But because of this treatment, it seemed that the precarious balance he had been maintaining had been broken.

To put it simply, yesterday, Qin Yu’s soul injuries had suddenly worsened!

If someone could look into his soul space right now, they would discover that...