A cool, refreshing sensation gradually rose from a hidden part of his heart, spreading swiftly through his entire body and awakening Han Li from his deep sleep. As soon as he woke up, he felt an immense heaviness in his head, with a dull, persistent ache, and his limbs felt soft and weak, as though he had just recovered from a serious illness. Despite his efforts to open his eyes, his eyelids remained heavy and immovable. In a state of half-consciousness, Han Li recalled the events that had unfolded just before he lost consciousness. He jolted upright, shivering, and his mind instantly cleared. He quickly assessed his current condition. "Hm!" It seemed as though his body had not been taken over—though he couldn't open his eyes, the discomfort throughout his body clearly signaled that his entire physical presence had once again returned to him. "Could it be that Doctor Mo's treatment failed?" Han Li, struck by surprise, found this to be the only explanation that made sense. Holding onto the excitement within, Han Li patiently regained his strength, then with great effort opened a narrow slit in his eyelids to take in the surroundings. As soon as he did so, he saw a face completely white-haired, thin, and wan, profoundly aged—exactly the appearance of Doctor Mo’s elderly form, though it seemed even older than before, now aged perhaps ten years more, a truly ancient, worn-out old man. At that moment, his eyes were wide open, fixed with genuine fear upon Han Li. Han Li was startled, and immediately tensed every muscle of his body, completely forgetting his frailty. His first thought was to act swiftly, to strike first and secure the initiative. After the lessons learned in the previous encounter, he would never again allow himself to be easily dominated. Yet soon afterward, Han Li noticed something unusual—the man’s expression was rigid, motionless, and utterly still, breathing not a single breath, as if he had been dead for some time. Han Li furrowed his brow, yet he could not afford to be careless, and thus did not lift his guard. He focused intently on the other's face, striving to detect any flaw. After half a minute of careful observation, Han Li had to admit that the person truly did not seem like a living being. After a moment's hesitation, he cautiously approached, extended his hand to grasp the other's wrist, and then placed the other hand over the person's nostrils, testing for a while—without a single sign of movement. Only then did Han Li feel completely at ease, his mind lightened, the heavy weight that had been pressing on him all along finally lifted. Even now, Han Li found it hard to believe that his greatest adversary—the seasoned, cunning, and ruthlessly skilled Dr. Mo—had simply passed away silently and without a trace, vanishing so unexpectedly and so effortlessly. He rubbed his forehead, where the so-called "calming talisman" had vanished completely, leaving no trace—nowhere in sight. He hadn't seen it anywhere nearby, which puzzled Han Li. Only later, after mastering the art of incantations, did he realize that the yellow talisman must have exhausted its magical power and turned to ash. That was why he could not find it anywhere. With his mind now relaxed, Han Li began to scan beyond the body of Mo the physician, seeking any clues that might explain the cause of the doctor's demise. The oil lamps and candles around him remained lit, indicating that he had not lost consciousness for too long. In the distance, several pieces of jade, once bright and refined, now appeared dull and gray, as though their quality had dropped several levels, becoming almost invisible. His gaze shifted, and in the corner of the stone pavilion, something shy and evasive—striving to avoid Han Li's line of sight—finally caught his eye. This object was not unfamiliar to Han Li. It was precisely the enemy that had last fought him in his dreams and had slipped away from his grasp—the green luminous orb that had been consumed by one-third of its body. At present, it was desperately trying to squeeze toward the corner of the room, clearly afraid of Han Li, striving to hide. Han Li had been momentarily surprised, but soon settled into thoughtful contemplation, lifting one hand to his chin and gazing down thoughtfully. After a while, he stood up and walked toward the orb. Only when he had come within half a zhang of it did he halt, speaking slowly: "I think we should get to know each other better. You must be Yu Zichong, then." The green orb trembled slightly, its light flickering unevenly. Upon hearing Han Li call out its name, it dimmed for a moment before gradually brightening again. "You guessed it right," Han Li remarked. "Indeed, you are no ordinary disciple of Mo Ju-ren—just as difficult to handle, just as tenacious as he." "The luminous orb seemed almost resigned, finally speaking in human words—its accent clearly that of the young man. It offered no defense, simply confirming Han Li's conjecture. "Then, sir, perhaps you should explain yourself and reveal the full circumstances," said Han Li, calm and composed, despite having just learned that he was one of the actual perpetrators. Yet, Yu Zichong, upon observing Han Li's steady demeanor, felt an unexpected chill rise in his chest, as though a great calamity loomed. Just recently, during the spiritual confrontation, he had firsthand experienced Han Li's formidable power—his own spiritual essence had been partially consumed, and most of his magical energy lost. Now, with only a fraction of his strength remaining, he could only summon a few minor illusions, lacking any real offensive capability. Facing a true opponent with no means of self-defense, he naturally felt profound apprehension. "What would you like to know?" "He knew that the other had just escaped a near-death experience and was likely emotionally unstable, potentially highly volatile. Though the other appeared calm on the surface, beneath that calm, there might be a surge of anger building up—much like the tension before a volcanic eruption. Now that the situation had been uncovered, the best course of action was to remain cooperative, avoiding verbal challenges that might test the other's patience. He didn't want to simply fade away unnoticed, overwhelmed by the other's sudden outbursts. 'First of all, tell me who you really are. Then, go through your entire acquaintance with Doctor Mo—how you met, what plans you originally had—step by step. I have plenty of time to listen to you carefully,' said Han Li, speaking with the composed demeanor of someone wearing a mask, his expression utterly still, showing no trace of emotional fluctuation."