"Master, how is he doing..." Su Xing'er quickly asked.
"Whether he can awaken depends on his destiny, but it's rare for someone to resist this long... After feeding him the medicinal soup, you should transfer Spiritual Energy to him. You'll handle this task."
Xiao Hong seemed to have deeper implications in his words, but Su Xing'er, looking completely unaware, quickly nodded her head, poured the medicinal soup into a bowl, and sat down beside Chu Yi.
She scooped up a spoonful, gently blew on it to cool it down, and then slowly fed it into Chu Yi's mouth. With each spoonful she fed, Su Xing'er's face was marked with concern, showing not even the slightest hint of impatience.
