In the manor. Lu Li gradually regained consciousness. He closed his eyes for an hour to rest. He felt he had slept for decades. He was so feeble that he did not even have the strength to sit up.
Actually, he could tell that physically, he had recovered. However, the weakness in his soul made him unable to move a finger. He had just recovered from a dangerous situation, light-headed. Even breathing was difficult.
"Darling!"
Bai Xiashuang had been taking care of him. Delightedly surprised, she threw herself onto him. Lu Li had just woken up. Her action almost got him choked and faint again…
Fortunately, Ding Gui was here. He asked Bai Xiashuang to stand up. Embarrassed as she was, she never looked away from Lu Li for fear that he might pass out.
"Saint Lord, how are you feeling?"
Ding Gui asked with concern. He did not use psychic power to check because he could tell that Lu Li was in a better shape. He must be well now that he could wake up.
