Han Li watched as Shi Pokong departed with his entourage, then carefully examined the nearby area with his spiritual sense, and only after confirming that there was nothing amiss did he return to the palace.0

Inside the palace, Weeping Soul was curled up into a ball on her side on the jade bed, and her brows were tightly knitted with pain.0

Han Li hurriedly inspected her condition with his spiritual sense, upon which a look of relief appeared on his face.0

Even though she was still unconscious, her aura had already undergone a drastic change.0

What was particularly worthy of note was that a wisp of essential power had appeared in her dantian, and it resembled a flame in a dark room, one that was rather frail, but instilled within the beholder a sense of warmth and comfort.0

The sound of splashing water rang out from behind the jade bed, and Han Li turned to discover the grand priest slowly rising up from the pool with plumes of smoke rising up from his body alongside the acrid smell of charred flesh.0

Han Li's expression changed slightly at the sight of the...0