For Hua Yan, this was indeed the best outcome.
Her body had once been like a dried-up ocean, with the meridians damaged and not a single part of her body in good condition. Even her blood seemed to have dried up, leaving nothing but scorched earth everywhere.
Now, her body had recovered, no longer parched. Although it wasn't a verdant oasis everywhere, neither was there an inch of scorched land or a blocked passage. It was like a piece of farmland that, though not ready to yield crops, wasn't barren like a desert.
At this moment, she wasn't lacking water, but she also didn't have a single drop of excess to spare.
The cave dwelling was two mountain ranges away from the stream, and at the very peak of Yun Mountain, about five miles apart. With focused senses, she could clearly perceive the movement of Hua Zhuo within the cave dwelling. Every move he made, every gesture, would appear in her sea of consciousness—an experience she'd never had before.