She looked up at Nan Xunran, her eyes red and swollen like ripe peaches, her gaze filled with helplessness.
Nan Xunran reached out his hand, his well-defined fingers landing on Shangguan Xieyue's back, patting it rhythmically a few times.
Shangguan Xieyue's gaze was fixed on Nan Xunran, her voice filled with eager expectation, "This must be fake, right?"
Nan Xunran responded, "Mm."
Shangguan Xieyue's shoulders trembled uncontrollably. She lowered her head, tears streaming down her face, blurring her vision.
She was breathing so rapidly she felt like she couldn't catch her breath, and she kept hiccuping uncontrollably.
Nan Xunran sighed softly, then moved his wrist up and gently patted Shangguan Xieyue's head from behind.
Shangguan Xieyue bit her lower lip tightly, trying to regulate her breathing and suppress the continuous hiccups.
After a moment, she raised her tear-streaked face, her body trembling, and said, "... The Judgment Abyss... has always possessed the ability to foresee the future... and I am a saintess... this dream may... be foreshadowing something for me."
Suddenly, her voice rose sharply. "A-Xun... I must stay by your side these days... to make sure it's just a dream!"
Nan Xunran nodded slightly. "Mm."
Shangguan Xieyue's state of mind gradually returned to peace.
She sniffed hard, then raised her hand and hastily wiped away the tears on her face.
She loosened her grip on Nan Xunran's arms, her voice still slightly choked with emotion. "A-Xun, I'm alright now, you don't need to worry about me."
Nan Xunran glanced at her, then waved his hand.
In an instant, an invisible force surged forth, and the heavy palace doors opened by themselves.
Outside the palace
Feng Chi was crouching over the palace door, his ear pressed tightly against the door, listening intently to the sounds inside.
He unconsciously softened his breathing, afraid of missing any subtle sound, his eyes filled with curiosity.
Just then, the palace doors suddenly opened without warning.
Caught off guard, Feng Chi lunged forward, nearly falling flat on his face.
A hint of embarrassment crossed his face, his eyes darting around, and he stammered, "... Boss, can we go in now?"
Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Feng Chi immediately straightened his back and strode into the hall, completely forgetting his previous disheveled state.
Mo Xiyuan followed behind Feng Chi, and as soon as she stepped into the hall, her gaze was fixed on Shangguan Xieyue.
She pondered to herself.
Feng Chi had just told her not to provoke Shangguan Xieyue.
Although I won't die, I can't avoid the pain, so it's best to keep my distance.
Shangguan Xieyue opened her swollen, red eyes, feeling an intense heaviness in her eyelids.
She turned her back and moved a little closer to Nan Xunran, feeling incredibly ashamed of herself.
Nan Xunran's gaze swept over her, his finger touched her forehead, and he applied a little force, pushing her back slightly.
Shangguan Xieyue covered her head, completely bewildered by this sudden action.
Nan Xunran's hand moved down and covered Shangguan Xieyue's eyes.
The unique aura belonging to Nan Xunran instantly enveloped Shangguan Xieyue.
Shangguan Xieyue blinked.
Those long eyelashes, like tiny feather fans, brushed against Nan Xunran's palm, bringing a slight tickle.
Immediately afterwards, a pale green halo emanated from Nan Xunran's palm.
Shangguan Xieyue felt a cool breeze brush against her eyes, and all her discomfort vanished in that instant.
Nan Xunran his hand, and Shangguan Xieyue eagerly touched her eyes, only to be pleasantly surprised to find that the swelling had disappeared.
In high spirits Shangguan Xieyue turned around gracefully.
Her gaze instantly fell on Feng Chi and Mo Xiyuan, a hint of inquiry lurking deep within her eyes.
Feng Chi immediately felt a gaze as fierce as flames as it came towards him. He shuddered and a layer of fine goosebumps instantly rose on his skin.
A sudden, inexplicable tension welled up within him, as if he were being watched intently by a ferocious beast.
He took a step back, leaving Mo Xiyuan alone in front.
Then she said, "My lord, she needs to speak with you."
Mo Xiyuan glanced back at him in disbelief, a hint of astonishment flashing in her beautiful eyes.
But only for a moment, she turned her gaze back to Nan Xunran and the other person directly in front of her.
The oppressive aura emanating from them, unintentionally, surged towards Mo Xiyuan like a tidal wave.
Mo Xiyuan felt short of breath, the oppressive feeling following her like a shadow.
Her face paled slightly, her lips pressed tightly together, and she sighed inwardly: How come it's not just Nan Xunran who's so capable, but everyone around him is just as strong!
Although both are saintesses, Shangguan Xieyue's cultivation level is far superior to his own.
As a result, she was even more unsure whether she was of any use to Nan Xunran.