I'm serious.
The Devil Race's hurried departure left everyone staring at one another in astonishment. Jin Shanshan stood frozen for a long while. When he came to, he hurried to Bi Fan's side, his eyes reddening as he asked with concern, "Big Brother, how are you?"
Bi Fan looked up at him and gave him a weak smile. Just as he was about to shake his head and say he was fine, his vision suddenly blurred, and the next moment he passed out.
Everyone hurried over and anxiously asked, "Is Brother Bi going to be all right?"
Tang Xiaoli knelt on one knee, her face full of worry. She held his hand and tried desperately to channel spiritual power into him, but a slightly cool voice stopped her.
"Don't bother. His injuries are severe, but they aren't fatal. He fainted because his spiritual power and Sea of Soul are depleted. He can only recover slowly on his own. No matter how much you channel into him, it won't help."
She looked up and saw Ling Xiaoxiao strolling over, seemingly unconcerned. Her gaze fell on Tang Xiaoli's hand clasped tightly around Bi Fan's, and a meaningful look flickered between her brows.
Realizing how unusually intimate the gesture was, Tang Xiaoli hurriedly let go and took two quick steps back. She lowered her head, her cheeks flushing as she explained, "Sorry, I was just worried about him..."
Ling Xiaoxiao smiled faintly and said softly, "I know. He looks half-dead, so it's only natural that you'd be worried. What's there to apologize for?"
Tang Xiaoli couldn't tell whether Ling Xiaoxiao's words carried another meaning. She managed a strained smile in reply, her hands twisting together nervously. Her girlish feelings were plain as day.
Watching her fidget nervously, Ling Xiaoxiao smiled and shifted her