"Wuchen Region, Training Ground Eleven, victor: Dan Chen Sect, Cao Feiyu!"
The verdict rang out. Cao Feiyu's delicate body went limp, and she toppled backward—only for Chen Fei, who had rushed over in time, to pull her into his arms.
Chen Fei held the nearly collapsed Cao Feiyu and quickly left the Training Ground, finding a relatively secluded corner before gently setting her down.
His expression was grave as he pressed one hand against the spirit platform on Cao Feiyu's back. Pure, gentle elemental energy flowed into her body in an endless stream, like a murmuring brook, helping her sort out her chaotic aura and repair her damaged meridians.
His other hand lightly rested against Cao Feiyu's brow. A wisp of cool soul power, imbued with the calming, mind-settling true intent of the Myriad Transformations Return to Truth Spirit Mirror, carefully probed into her Sea of Consciousness, soothing her dispirited soul after she had overdrawn the Indestructible Spirit Light.
After roughly the time it took to drink a cup of tea, color finally returned to Cao Feiyu's pale face, and she slowly opened her eyes. What entered her sight was Chen Fei's face, so close it was within reach.
"How do you feel?" Chen Fei's voice was low.
Cao Feiyu shook her head slightly. A smile appeared on her face, her voice faint. "Just tired."
Chen Fei shook his head helplessly. "Why put yourself through this? Yue Qing was no weak opponent, and your condition wasn't good. Being able to fight him to that extent was already no easy feat. That final sword strike was far too dangerous..."
"I know."
Cao Feiyu gently cut him off and rested her head against his chest, listening to that powerful heartbeat. Even the pain in her body seemed to ease by a few