Though there was the nourishment of the "World-Purifying White Lotus Seed," the reversal of this cause and effect out of thin air truly requires a great cost.
He is still extremely, extremely weak now, and the "Wa" character in his Lifebound Talisman is still restless.
He either needs to quickly find a way to enhance his power, or... he has to seek out the Dragon Tomb.
Not long after, there was a knock on the door, accompanied by a soft, hesitant voice.
"Husband..."
It was Han Weizi.
Song Yan glanced at his current appearance and said, "Come in."
The door pushed open, Han Weizi walked in, and upon seeing the young man on the bed, she was struck as if by lightning, rooted to the spot.
"You... you..." The beautiful woman had a multitude of complex expressions on her face, "You’re not Xuanchan!"
She became angry.
Song Yan smiled bitterly and said, "I am."
Immediately, he recounted some private matters known to them both, yet the beautiful woman still found it hard to believe, her large beautiful eyes widened in vigilance as she looked at him, backing against the door with her full hips and collarbone. She wished to retreat, but there was nowhere to retreat.
Song Yan gestured and said, "Little Wei’er, heal me first, and I will explain to you slowly."
Han Weizi remained unmoved, because in her eyes this cultivator, with the appearance of a young man, was simply not her husband. But if the days of joy spent together were actually with this young man, then....
She could hardly believe it, her mind buzzing, countless thoughts flying past her like arrows.
Song Yan slightly tilted his head, a hint of reminiscence in his expression, and then said, "I was once injured in the past, and afterwards, I used a Forbidden Technique to extract and replenish my soul, and then I found you to become my Taoist partner..."
Han Weizi’s expression shifted slightly, and she asked, "Then why didn’t you tell me?"
Song Yan said, "Because after supplementing my soul, I felt that I was no longer myself, and so I was extremely afraid. To avoid suspicion of being possessed, I tried as much as possible to act like my original self, including in my interactions with you..."
As he spoke, he sighed lightly and said, "Forget it, you can leave."
Han Weizi bit her lip, thought for a moment, walked over to Song Yan’s side, moved her fingers gently, lit a lamp, and brushed over Song Yan’s clothing.
A sense of restoration spread through Song Yan’s body and mind.
Han Weizi, in turn, weakened rapidly.
In the past, she would be so exhausted that even moving a finger was hard, yet at this moment she still held on, "The ancestor acknowledged you, which means you must be Xuanchan, but... let me think about it."
"Hmm, I’ll wait for you."
Han Weizi pressed her long legs tightly together, sat at the bedside, rested briefly, and after a slight recovery, immediately left.
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