Lin Tian floated.
The luminous azure energy of the Prime Spirit Convalescence Chamber held him suspended, a warm, weightless cradle.
He could feel it seeping into his skin, a gentle pressure patching the countless tiny fractures in his spiritual pathways.
But he couldn't move. He couldn't open his eyes. His consciousness was a dim lantern in a vast, quiet room, aware of the light around him but unable to interact with it.
He could hear, though. The sound was muffled, as if through water.
"...structural brittleness," a voice was saying. Su Lan's voice, clinical and focused. "It's not just damage. It's like glass that's been heated and quenched too many times. The 'Vaporizing Strike' he used, and that final technique to reset Mu Chen's cultivation… they demanded a harmony of forces his body wasn't built to channel. He forced a symphony through a straw."
A colder voice answered, laced with a tremor. Xueya's. "He did it for me."
