Li Yuxuan stomped her foot, "Am I wrong? Are we just going to let her stay unconscious like this? Then what do you suggest we do?"
Lei Zhan, of course, didn't know what to do either. They were all ordinary people, unfamiliar with these mystical matters.
But he was more reliable than Li Yuxuan's groundless confidence: "She's probably just too tired, let her rest for a bit." Although he wasn't confident, there wasn't much else to do.
As it turned out, Lei Zhan was more on the mark. Qinghe slept straight through to the next morning and then woke up on her own. The one they thought would wake up first, Weisheng Yueren, didn't wake up, but Qinghe did.
After waking up, Qinghe's complexion looked slightly better, though still pale and bloodless, at least she wasn't as frightening to look at.
Qinghe glanced at Weisheng Yueren, her brow furrowed slightly. There didn't seem to be any problem, but why couldn't he wake up? Regardless, it was time to leave this place first.
