Chapter 1207 The Nirvana Pool

• A heavy atmosphere weighed upon him, as though the intricately sculpted Bodhisattva statues surrounding him were glaring with an intensity that made him feel vulnerable.
• "Oh, my! Master Yong is burning up! Is he coming down with a fever?" the wet nurse exclaimed, her worry evident. Zhou Yong was often a handful, but it was rare for him to fall ill.
• "Princess, should I take him back to the inn for some rest?" she suggested, her tone laced with concern.