"Sorry, Su Ming."
Su Qingyuan's voice was very soft.
So soft that even the wind outside the great hall could drown it out.
But you heard her clearly.
You watched as she released your wrist.
She stood up.
She turned and walked toward Luo Yiyi.
You didn't speak up to stop her.
You couldn't stop her anyway.
Your meridians were completely shattered; you couldn't even lift a finger.
All you could do was watch.
Watch as Su Qingyuan knelt down beside Luo Yiyi.
The Origin light of the Mysterious Sky Glazed Saint Body began to shine around her.
It was an exceptionally pure, glazed-colored radiance.
A vast vitality flowed within it.
It was the strongest support physique in the world.
Luo Yiyi was at the Immortal Sovereign Late Stage.
Saving a gravely wounded Immortal Sovereign Late Stage expert required an astronomical amount of Origin Power.
Su Qingyuan didn't hesitate.
She began to burn through her cultivation and her life.
She pressed both hands against Luo Yiyi's chest.
Glazed light poured endlessly from her palms into Luo Yiyi's body.
The temperature inside the great hall began to rise.
You watched Su Qingyuan's face turn visibly pale.
Her gaze was utterly focused.
She didn't look at you.
She didn't even look at her own body.
She poured all her will into this act of salvation.
Silver strands began to appear in her hair.
It was a sign that her vitality was being depleted.
You felt something clench your heart in a brutal grip.
It hurt.
More than the wounds on your body.
You gritted your teeth.
You tasted blood in your mouth.
You hated your own helplessness.
You hated that damned Abnormal Clan.
The glazed light grew brighter and brighter.
But Su Qingyuan's body grew thinner and thinner.
She seemed to have