"Qiuqiu." The Little Wood Spirit hurriedly moved Ye Qiu into its own space, and the Water Spirit went in as well.
The Earth Spirit held the Little Wood Spirit in its mouth, its tough shell resisting the spatial storm as it moved through the Small Secret Realm with difficulty, relying on its knowledge of the realm.
Three months later, beneath the desolate and cold ice of the Arctic Icefield, the Water Spirit, Earth Spirit, and Mu Ling all quietly watched over Ye Qiu. He lay in the space of the Little Wood Spirit, his whole body immersed in the milky-white Spirit Milk, his face pale and eyes closed tightly. If not for the slight rise and fall of his chest, one might think he was dead.
"It's been three months already, and Qiuqiu still hasn't awoken." The Little Wood Spirit said sadly as it infused another stream of pure Wood Element Spiritual Energy into Ye Qiu's body.
