As she gazed at Xiao Yan's bloodshot, tear-filled eyes, Medusa sighed softly. Her pretty face softened as she patted his head with her slender hand and said quietly, "Cultivate hard. Only when you are strong enough will you be able to save your teacher."
After a long silence, Xiao Yan finally raised his head. When he looked at Xiao Shuang, the latter silently mouthed an apology.
From the shape of his lips, Xiao Shuang had said, "I'm sorry. I couldn't save your teacher."
How could I possibly blame you? All of this happened because I'm not strong enough.
Xiao Yan gave a bitter smile. His father was missing, his teacher had been captured—everything was connected to the Soul Hall. If he had been strong enough, how could any of this have happened?
Moreover, with Xiao Yan's exceptional soul perception, he had already noticed the terrible state of Xiao Shuang's body. Nearly every one of his meridians was blocked by Ice Crystal, and his Dou Qi Wings had become faint and unstable. Had the Amethyst Winged Lion King not arrived in time and caught Xiao Shuang on its back, he would likely have fallen straight from the sky.
At that thought, Xiao Yan found his emotions even harder to control. He took out a handful of medicinal pills from his storage ring and frantically threw them into his mouth, restoring much of his weakened aura.
When Xiao Yan turned his gaze toward the Misty Cloud Sect disciples, the previously noisy surroundings instantly fell silent. Many of the sect's disciples grew uneasy. It was time to settle accounts with the Misty Cloud Sect.
Below, Yun Yun and Nalan Yanran were also watching the emotionally unstable Xiao Yan in the air.
"Teacher, wh-what should we do?" Nalan Yanran was utterly at a loss.