Lu Yang stirred awake slowly and found himself lying on the ground, Yun Mengmeng watching him with concern.
“How long was I out?” Lu Yang’s head was a little muddled; all he remembered was fighting until he was utterly exhausted, then losing consciousness.
“About ten breaths.” Yun Mengmeng lived a carefree life and was never very sensitive to time.
“Lu Yang, take this pill.” An elder from the Sword Tower hurried over and took out a fine pill to help Lu Yang recover.
The pill went down crisp and clean.
Once swallowed, it felt as if his whole body had been soaked in water — cool and pleasant.
Lu Yang came fully to.
Supported by Yun Mengmeng, he sat up on the spot, entered meditation, circulated his cultivation, adjusted his breathing, and before long could move freely.
His spiritual force was naturally comparable to someone at the Body Integration stage; after being drained it recovered to normal quite quickly.
Ming Tai, being a sword spirit of an Immortal Sword, recovered quickly as well.