Bo Xian'er suddenly cried out in alarm, "Xiao Yi, put it away, now!"
Her voice was full of heartache and a little urgency.
That startled cry was like a pebble dropping into a calm lake, shattering the silence around them and pulling everyone back from their own thoughts.
By now, fine beads of sweat had already seeped out on Xiao Yi's forehead. Clearly, what she had just done had not been easy for her.
"Put it away, Xiao Yi!" everyone urged one after another.
Hearing them, Xiao Yi's fingers trembled slightly. Under her control, that dreamlike Soul Ring slowly dispersed, and the ink-wash Taiji diagram vanished from her fingertips with it.
Bo Xian'er's face was as cold as frost as she snapped, "Xiaojun, what exactly are you playing at!"
She was clearly rather displeased.
Chen Xiaojun looked somewhat sheepish. He had only meant to mention it, but he had not expected Xiao Yi to start directly, let alone cause such a commotion.
Bo Xian'er quickly turned around and hugged Xiao Yi tightly, asking with concern, "Xiao Yi, don't always listen to that stinking brat. Are you hurt?"
Xiao Yi gently bit her lower lip and shook her head. "Great Grandmother, I'm fine. I'm just a little weak."
Her voice trembled slightly, but everyone let out a breath of relief.
Chen Menglin hurriedly took out a crystal-clear pill and handed it to Xiao Yi. "Here, Xiao Yi, take this medicine. You should feel better."
Xiao Yi accepted the pill gratefully. "Thank you, Grandpa Meng."
She replied softly, then swallowed the pill.
At the same time, Chen Xun was scolding Chen Xiaojun. "Look at you. Couldn't you see what kind of occasion this is? You just do whatever pops into your head."
Chen Xiaojun lowered his head and said nothing.
He felt