The city was dark and filled with danger. On the other hand, this aged courtyard was now brimming with life and vegetation. Even water started filling the pond again, making it look like an oasis.

In the center was a small island with a bonfire. The bright flames issued crackles and embers.

“Cough…” Xuanyuan Yiyi slowly woke up and opened her eyes. She saw the bonfire and closed them again.

“You’re still here.” She began recovering and absorbing the energy from the Buddhist pill. A long white robe covered her delicate body - clearly belonging to a man. 

Feiyun sat next to the bonfire and drank from a gourd. The flames gave him a red glow, clearly illuminating his handsome appearance.

He smiled and said: “If I leave, the famous saintess of Aquamoon might be...