"Stop being sentimental. You're not dead yet!"
Wang Xian conjured a hand from mana, curled its middle finger, and lightly flicked Di Xin's smooth, fair forehead.
"Ouch!"
Di Xin cried out in pain. Afterward, her mind finally returned to clarity, her face filled with disbelief.
The pain in her forehead clearly told her that she was not dreaming.
So...
Di Xin's gaze fell upon Wang Xian. Looking at his familiar, handsome smile, she could no longer hold back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and burst into sobs.
With that cry, Di Xin wept out all the grievances she had endured for hundreds of years.
"Where did this bastard come from?"
"You broke into the Heavenly Prison and stole away a heavily guarded prisoner? You're courting death!"
"Human insect, you're bringing disaster upon the Human race!"
A series of cold shouts rang out. The elders of the Eighth Imperial Clan had arrived, gathering before the shattered entrance to the secret chamber and staring coldly at Wang Xian and Di Xin, who was held in his arms.
Di Xin also raised her head at the elders' shouts. Seeing the dozen or so elders before the broken chamber door, the trace of color that had just returned to her face drained away once more.
"Wang Xian, run! Don't worry about me!"
Di Xin tried to break free from Wang Xian's embrace, but her strength was far inferior to his, and her body had yet to recover. She simply could not escape his arms.
"Wang Xian, don't worry about me. Run!"
Unable to break free, Di Xin could only urge Wang Xian to leave. She even began mobilizing the small amount of mana and origin power she had just recovered, gathering them madly toward the very center of her dantian.
She was