Resurrection

Slowly life at the Yanluo’s mansion fell into a simple routine. Hui Yue provided pills for everyone as they continued to cultivate, and he, himself, was attacking the bottleneck he was experiencing in the major dao of wind.

Once a month he would go with Yanluo to visit King Chujiang and give him a wisp of the Nirvana Phoenix Flame. Afterwards, his soul was clearly nourished quite a lot from the flame, and his condition improved.

The madame who sat by the king’s side day in and day out had been listless and lacked energy the first time Hui Yue saw her. She had been filled with dread and was worried that she had done the wrong thing by dragging her husband out of the Yellow River, but she came to believe her decision was the right one more and more as she watched her husband’s condition improve and her eyes were sparkling brightly with anticipation.