They hurried home, carefully settled Ming Xuan into bed, and everyone gathered around in silence for a long while, not knowing what to say. After a lengthy silence, Xin Yun sent Yi Luo Xiang and Yan Qingying away to return to their secret chambers for cultivation, leaving only the comatose Ming Xuan, Mother Lan, and Xin Yun in the room.
After the two women had left, Xin Yun turned to look at Mother Lan, who was sitting sorrowfully by the bed, her fair jade hand reaching out tenderly to stroke Ming Xuan's forehead, her eyes brimming with reluctance.
"Ah..." Sighing, Xin Yun sat down on the chair next to the bed and said with a wry smile, "I didn't expect that even this wouldn't awaken it. It seems... we have no more options left."
Hearing Xin Yun's words, Mother Lan stiffened suddenly, but quickly recovered, withdrawing her hand and sitting up straight, she asked in a subdued voice, "Is there really no other way? Or is it that... the only option left is that one?"
