Hu Yuan nodded slightly, a deep affection shining in his eyes as he quietly gazed at Xuanyuan Liting. At this moment, Xuanyuan Liting's complexion was as pale as paper, her cheeks having grown nearly transparent from massive blood loss, and her entire body exuded a heartbreaking aura of weakness. Hu Yuan felt as though his heart were being pricked by countless fine needles; pain and self-reproach intertwined to form an invisible net that firmly trapped him. "Liting, how are you feeling now?" His voice was gentle yet tinged with anxiety as he gently reached out to stroke Xuanyuan Liting's wrist, feeling her faint pulse before cautiously channeling his own spiritual power into her body to help her recover from her severe injuries.
With all her might, Xuanyuan Liting forced herself to endure the exhaustion, her lips struggling to pull into a smile. Yet this smile appeared incomparably pale and fragile, as if it might dissipate at any moment. She softly said, "I'm fine, just a bit tired. That person... have they really left?"
Hu Yuan nodded slightly, a hint of helplessness and caution flashing in his eyes, and said slowly, "For now, they've left. But we must never lower our guard because of this; we must remain on high alert at all times."
Chapter 212