Where is Ah'Yuan?

Boom—

Immediately afterward, a fierce thunderbolt struck, reducing White-Browed Priest to ashes, leaving no remains. Mu'er felt sorrowful, silently clenching her fists. Just as White-Browed Priest had said, Royal Heir Qi soon regained consciousness. He was still groggy, considering he had been stabbed in the chest and poisoned; how could he still be alive? Mu'er was thrilled and excited, floating over. "Your Highness, you're awake!"

Royal Heir Qi's movements were unhindered; his wounds had healed remarkably well, almost completely closed. He sat up, and the attendants quickly prepared a cushion for him to lean on comfortably. "How many days have I been unconscious? And how did my injuries heal so quickly?" Royal Heir Qi asked.

"Your Highness, you were only unconscious for a day," one attendant replied softly. "White-Browed Priest used a forbidden life-extending formation, sacrificing the lives of twelve people to ensure your safety."