A trace of bitterness appeared on Xuanyuan Qingtian's face. She sighed softly. "I understand."
Hearing that sigh, Lin Feng's heartstrings trembled slightly. He raised his eyes and studied Xuanyuan Qingtian.
Ever since he had met Xuanyuan Qingtian, she had always been unyielding, icy and aloof. Even when she had first entered the Divine Sword Sect as a remnant soul, she had never shown such vulnerability. It made one unable to resist the urge to protect and comfort her.
Under certain circumstances, men were always more easily shaken than women.
Though every woman was born delicate, there was a thread of resilience in her bones.
As though possessed, Lin Feng said gently, "Qingtian..."
Hearing Lin Feng call her, Xuanyuan Qingtian's brows were filled with agonized struggle, yet she still slowly shook her head. "No!"
Lin Feng's heart jolted. His expression quickly turned resolute as he said forcefully, "Then we'll hold on to the end. Perhaps we won't just dissolve the energy within our bodies—we may even raise our cultivation!"
Upon hearing him, Xuanyuan Qingtian gave him a grateful look and nodded slightly. "All right."
Afterward,
The two closed their eyes and each circulated their cultivation arts, attempting to dissolve the extreme cold and scorching heat within their bodies.
As time passed, the incomparably blazing Golden Dragon of energy within Lin Feng began to roar furiously, as though it had become restless and violent because it had not merged with the icy cold.
Moreover, Lin Feng's skin turned bright red, like a ceramic figure heated until it glowed. Heat steamed from his entire body.
Yet Lin Feng still gritted his teeth and endured.
Half an hour later, Lin Feng's skin had turned dark purplish-red, as though clusters of flames could be seen beneath it.
The blazing Golden Dragon within him roared