Xiao Ling lowered his head, his gaze pausing briefly on the young girl's delicate, otherworldly face in his arms.
It had to be said that she was indeed exceptionally beautiful. At such a young age, she already possessed the makings of a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms. Her skin was fair as jade, her brows and eyes picturesque. Even unconscious, her cool, aloof temperament remained captivating.
But on second thought, the girl was only eleven or twelve years old. Neither her mind nor body had fully matured, so naturally, he had no improper thoughts.
To him, she was merely an innocent person accidentally injured by the aftershock of his cross-plane passage. No matter how outstanding her appearance was, she was only a passerby glimpsed in passing, not worth further attention.
The thought vanished in an instant. Xiao Ling stopped looking at her, his aura subtly condensing as he lightly stepped forward.
The next moment, his body transformed into a faint streak of light and soared straight up from the mountain ravine. In no more than an instant, he landed steadily on the level ground by the cliff.
Holding the girl, Xiao Ling swept his gaze around and found a massive bluestone nearby, smooth, flat, and spotless. He slowly walked over and carefully laid her upon its surface, his movements gentle, as though afraid of disturbing the unconscious girl.
Only after settling her properly did he bend slightly and slowly raise his right hand. In his palm, a strand of warm, gentle, lustrous white radiance suffused with abundant vitality quietly gathered.
That light was pure yet profound, born from the vast vitality of Xiao Ling's own life origin. Carrying a life rhythm far beyond the level of this world, it slowly enveloped the girl's shoulder.
The next moment, gentle yet majestic