...
But the fact that Duan Xiyang discovered the wind and cloud gathering, as the local Guardian, he hadn’t sensed much in a short ti.
After all, they had just gone through the Southeast War, and too many things had happened here, too densely.
And the Great Sect had long prepared for the Training Disciples, everyone was well aware of this matter.
They were even more aware that these Sects only delayed because of the Southeast War.
Now that the situation had completely stabilized, they naturally took advantage of this ti to co out.
Dongfang Sansan isn’t a God, he only knew that the Core Disciples of the Great Sect were preparing to co out for trials, so his mind was elsewhere: How to keep as many of these people in the Jianghu as possible.
He couldn’t calculate or think that there would be such a thing as a Fortune gathering.
So naturally he wouldn’t notice that the Southeast here was already a faint gathering of wind and thunder, a collision of Fortune. And the Guardians here were all cleaning up the aftermath, recuperating; firstly, they were too busy to manage everything, and secondly, they lacked experience.
Not experienced like Duan Xiyang, who had such rich experience over a million years and yet was so idle...
Before dawn.
Fang Che felt that he had been unconscious for eighteen days.
About enough.
So, he chose a ti when there were many people, Yuan Jingjiang, Song Yidao, Gao Qingyu, ng Hejun, ng Chizheng, Lv Jiao Mountain, Li Changkong, Bing Shangxue...
When everyone gathered again...
ng Hejun’s ears twitched: "Seems like there’s a sound in the bedroom?"
Everyone rushed in like a swarm.
It was Fang Che waking up, looking extrely weak, weakly moaning: "Water... water..."
The cousin is awake!
Fang Qingyun was so joyful that his heart almost exploded. He hurriedly carried a glass of water, rushed over, and stumbled accidentally, pouring half the water on Fang Che’s face.
Fang Che: "..."
Damn, almost revealed myself.
Once I’m past this ti, I’ll strangle you.
Ye ng urgently snatched it over, carefully wiped Fang Che’s face clean, and fed him water.
Fang Qingyun was subjected to public criticism and scolded, each gaze sharp, scolding him massively.
"Couldn’t you be more careful!"
"Clumsy, what kind of behavior is this!"
"Is this how you take care of a patient?!"
"Absolutely useless!"
"..."
Fang Qingyun also looked face full of regret and sha: "Careless, too excited... it’s my fault... I shouldn’t have..."
But anwhile, what rose up was the collective joy of everyone!
Fang Che finally woke up!
Regained consciousness.
This is a great event!
Everyone gathered around the bed, full of concern.
Fang Che looked weak all over, breathing faintly, seeming to be in a state of low spirits with no energy.
"Finally awake, how do you feel?" Bing Shangxue asked with concern.
"Headache... really bad headache."
Fang Che weakly replied.
"And what else?"
"Body seems not to listen much, hands can move, but arms can’t lift; both legs and feet can feel, but can’t move."
Fang Che propped himself weakly to answer.
"That’s certain. With such heavy injuries, lying for so long... surely there are aftereffects. Won’t be swift for a while."
"Still, the head feels like it’s being cut... painfully."
"That’s normal, it will be fine after these two days."
ng Chizheng asked: "Fang Che, do you rember what happened?"
Fang Che looked puzzled: "What event?"
"Like the Dream Demon... inside your body..." ng Chizheng asked.
"I don’t rember anything."
Fang Che frowned: "No impression of that... Just rember the Dream Demon seed to turn into a golden light rushing over... After that, I don’t know anything."
As he thought, a painful expression appeared on his face: "So painful... headache..."
Everyone quickly stood up: "You rest well, we will co again tomorrow."
Fang Che frowned, wanted to use his hand to support his head, but as soon as he raised it, it fell again, clearly unable to act independently.
Everyone comforted a few words. Knowing the patient in this situation is very uncomfortable, they took their leave quickly.
"Let him rest well."
"Take good care."
"Haven’t eaten for eighteen days, prepare so broth and congee first, nothing too greasy."
"We are leaving..."
Everyone left promptly.
Ye ng ca into the room, brought a bowl of thin congee, and ticulously fed Fang Che.
Fang Che swallowed very hard, eating a few bites, panting and taking a rest. Like a person just recovering from a major illness, weak to the extre.
Ate half a bowl, then stopped eating.
After a while, he ate again.
This performance, even the hidden Dongfang Siwu didn’t notice any flaw.
By noon.
Upon learning Fang Che was awake, an unexpected guest suddenly arrived at the Scholar Residence.
Yan Jun Di, Yang Luoyu.
Accompanied by Song Yidao, ca to the Scholar Residence.
"How is Fang Che?" Yang Luoyu asked.
"Upper body can move sowhat, but both legs can now only slightly move the toes."
"Let have a look."
"Yes."
Entering the bedroom.
"Lord Yang?" Fang Che exclaid in surprise, struggled to get up, but couldn’t, was pressed down by Yang Luoyu: "You are still severely injured, better to lie down."
"Ashad, I was rude. Don’t bla , Lord Yang."
"No harm done."
Yang Luoyu said with a smile: "This ti, you also made a great contribution, eliminating quite a few high-level Demon Sect mbers. However, the cost is also substantial, how do you feel, in terms of Spiritual Energy, Divine Sense, and other aspects?"
"Spiritual Energy is alright, but the Divine Sense is very chaotic, still feeling like a raging sea inside, as if my head is filled with water, I can even hear the sound, and any movent causes a terrible headache."
"When Divine Sense is injured, it’s like this, can’t take it lightly."
Yang Luoyu said: "I ca to ask you about the events after the Dream Demon entered your Divine Soul."
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