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Meanwhile, inside the Mystic Starry Realm, Asher laid his unconscious sister onto a bed and placed a warm blanket over her body.
He then proceeded to remove his tattered clothes and wear a set of new, clean ones. They were made from soft, white silk, which felt cool against his skin, helping him relax somewhat after the tense moments he had experienced.
As Asher took a deep breath, he sat beside Alia on the bed, stroking her long, purple hair gently.
Her breathing was steady, and her face looked peaceful. She looked so beautiful and delicate in this moment that Asher couldn't help but feel a strong urge to protect her.
However, he knew that she wasn't someone who needed protection. She was much stronger than anyone else around her age. After all, she had a unique constitution that allowed her to absorb spirit essence into her body directly from the world itself. This meant that she had no need to cultivate like others did.