The appearance of the Dragon Speaker was as cold and enchanting as the first time I saw it.
That exquisite face seemed to be carved out of ice and snow, with closed eyelids adorned with mysterious and alluring eye shadow.
And Cao Xing also noticed that the wound on the back of her hand had started to heal.
This was a piece of good news.
Because this meant that her body already had an autonomous will to survive.
Next, all that was needed was to continue injecting life force into her, and then she would gradually recover.
Of course, how long it would take to recover was uncertain.
It might be in a couple of days, or she might not wake up for a year or two.
Cao Xing sighed and leaned over to the Dragon Speaker's ear and said, "I wonder how long it will take for you to wake up."
"That giant dragon, who knows where it has gone, or if it has escaped the pursuers."
"Dragon Speaker, oh Dragon Speaker, you are my greatest support, you must wake up."
