You Just Can't Stop, Can You?

At this moment, inside the mountain cave where Zi Yun was in seclusion, Xiao Yan sat cross-legged at the entrance with his head deeply lowered, his face covered in thick gloom.

How many times has this been?

Xiao Yan covered his face in despair. Although this had indeed been another accident, he truly had no face to call it one. Moreover, this accident had not entirely been an accident—at least half of it had been his own initiative.

The process was rather complicated to explain. In short, Zi Yun's situation resembled when he had absorbed the Three Thousand Burning Flame. After successfully evolving, her body had been filled with excessive power that she could no longer contain at any moment, and it had to be released through Yin Yang Harmony.

Since this necessity had come from Yao Chen's mouth, Xiao Yan could not help but feel suspicious. Yet when he saw the incomparably stern and serious look in her eyes, Xiao Yan still believed that she was telling the truth. Besides, with Yun Yun's previous incident as precedent, Yao Chen presumably would not fool around over something like this again.

Thus, Xiao Yan had ultimately and resolutely devoted himself to Zi Yun. Though putting it that way made him sound shameless, as if he had gotten a bargain yet was still pretending to suffer.

Yet at this moment, what embarrassed Xiao Yan most was not how he would explain things to Xiao Yi Xian and the others afterward, but the other person involved behind him, who was not wearing a stitch of clothing.

Her long dark-purple hair lightly brushed the ground. As she stretched lazily, it accentuated her proud figure. Perhaps because of her successful evolution, her body had become even taller and fuller. Her exquisite face bore a languid