"I was a hair's breadth away from turning into a complete living dead...."
Lin Xin touched his face, his heart still filled with some emotion.
Suddenly, the sound of faint, delicate footsteps came from outside the door.
"Qiuqiu, you've come to see Master again."
"Yes, it's been several days since I last came. Maybe Master has already woken up, who knows," a gentle and mature female voice came through. It sounded somewhat like Ma Qiuqiu, but a bit older.
Lin Xin was slightly taken aback and glanced around the room, noticing that some corners had gathered dust that hadn't been cleaned away.
The books on the bookshelf were also somewhat yellowed at the edges, as though a long time had passed.
"Could it be that this round of cultivation practice took a very long time?" He furrowed his brows slightly.
Soon the footsteps approached the door and gently nudged it.
Creak...
The door opened.