The silence in the room lasted several seconds.
Feng Yuan narrowed his eyes. His expression hardened.
"So it is…"
The words were heavy, filled with bitter understanding.
The other elders also exchanged glances, worried.
One of them, unable to contain his anxiety, asked.
"What are the chances of her recovery?"
The elder beside the bed shook his head, his voice low but firm.
"Without a soul treasure… it is truly difficult."
The room fell silent once again, each one absorbing the weight of those words.
The glow of the lamp danced across the serene yet fragile face of Long Xue.
Feng Yuan closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again.
"Indeed… it will be complicated. Soul treasures are absurdly rare, we only begin to perceive our own soul from the Spiritual Awakening realm onward…" His voice carried grave weight.
"These treasures only appear in the domains of greater forces, and absurdly far from us. To find even one would be… almost impossible."
