On the mountain, Ye Futian came to the Cottage Villa. There, a quiet figure sat cross-legged, eyes closed, cultivating. The wind swept through and caressed her long strands of hair. It was Yaya; she had already woken up.
Ye Futian walked next to Yaya, only to see her opening her eyes. The breath from her body was still not as steady as before.
"How are you?" Ye Futian asked.
"Fine, it is just that the cultivation of these few years has been wasted. I need to start from the first level of the Saint Plane," Yaya whispered as if she did not mind it at all. The battle with Cao Kong, with her recovered realm, was not enough to stop Cao Kong of the Nirvana Plane; the only way was to return to the peak. This battle had cost her dearly. Her cultivation in recent years had been destroyed.
Ye Futian sat next to her and handed a storage ring to her.
"What?" Yaya looked at him and asked.