Qing Su appeared as if she were asleep, with a faint celestial light still shimmering on her forehead.
Her delicate eyelids concealed the star-filled eyes beneath, and her long eyelashes, properly dense, trembled slightly.
"Master... Master? Disciple is alright now, you don't need to exhaust your Primordial Spirit anymore."
The celestial light on Qing Su's forehead came to an abrupt halt, and continuing to maintain this position, she began to regulate her breath to restore the strength of her Primordial Spirit.
Li Ping'an couldn't exactly move, resting as he was...
He simply closed his eyes and continued internal inspection, studying the situation inside his body, waiting for the moment his master released him to pretend he had just woken up.
The four trusted aides at the side all had their backs turned.
Soon, Li Ping'an gazed at the vision within his spiritual platform, his confusion surging wildly.
What's going on?