"Yaoyao!"
Jing Hang and Qiao Na, who saw this scene, could no longer sit still. Moving with lightning speed, they rushed straight to Jing Yao, who had fallen to the ground, and gathered the fragile girl into their arms, their eyes filled with heartache.
After all, she had been pampered since childhood. Even though injuries were inevitable in Soul Master competitions, as parents, they could not help but feel distressed when witnessing it with their own eyes.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Jing. Did I hit too hard?"
Seeing that she had caused trouble, Ye Qingyu immediately rushed over to apologize. She had not intended to seriously injure Jing Yao, only to shatter her defenses. Yet she had not expected her own strength to be so overwhelming that even she had failed to control it.
Qiao Na truly could not bring herself to be angry when she saw Ye Qingyu's face. A loss was a loss. Being badly injured only meant that their daughter was not strong enough. After all, victory and defeat were commonplace in battle.
"Little Qingyu, I'm your mother's friend, and I'm also the teacher for all Control-type Soul Masters at the Soul Master School. You don't need to worry too much about the match. My daughter was badly injured because she wasn't strong enough. You don't need to blame yourself."
Ye Qingyu stared at the elegant, beautiful aunt before her in surprise. Since when had her mother become friends with a teacher from Eight Soul Suppressor Affiliated Soul Master School? How had she never known?
"Is it really okay?"
Ye Qingyu asked cautiously. She was not afraid of Jing Yao's mother, but of Jing Yao's father, whose body was covered in exaggerated muscles. She was afraid he would lose his temper and punch her into a meat patty.