Ang did not heed Joyce's pleas. Instead, he firmly pressed his palm, radiating holy light, onto her foot.
The touch of the holy light seemed to chill the air, illuminating Joyce's injured instep.
Her face instantly turned pale. She clenched her teeth, and an unmistakable trace of pain appeared in her eyes.
Ang sensed a strange dark energy struggling beneath her instep, fiercely resisting the holy light.
Yet as the power of the holy light steadily grew, the dark energy rapidly dissipated, as though it could never withstand the cleansing of light.
Joyce suddenly covered her mouth, desperately suppressing the pain about to erupt, afraid of making any sound at this moment.
Her hand covered her mouth, but she pressed so hard that the back of her snow-white hand turned red, making her skin appear even more alluring.
At that moment, Ang's gaze lingered briefly on the swelling redness of her hand, faint desire and anger intertwining within him.
Ang's movements did not pause in the slightest. Holy light continued to shine steadily upon Joyce's instep.
Gradually, scorched black marks appeared on Joyce's instep, and the skin where the light struck darkened slightly.
Because Ang's hand was pressed closely against her instep, outsiders could not easily notice any of it.
"Please, stop." Joyce's voice was weak and pleading. Her eyes seemed to hold a kind of helplessness, yet she could not fully conceal her stubbornness.
Ang lowered his head and looked. Just as he had expected, the dark energy on Joyce's instep was gradually being driven away by the holy light.
After confirming his suspicion, Ang relaxed his palm slightly, and the holy light gradually faded.
Then ripples of the Water Therapy Technique lit up in Ang's hand. Warm blue water flowed around Joyce's instep, slowly washing over the burn