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Seeing that Wang Yu was unharmed in his arms, Jun Tianlin let out a long breath. She had truly frightened him.

Thank goodness, thank goodness. Strength didn't matter; as long as she was safe, that was enough, Jun Tianlin thought. If anything had happened to Wang Yu because of today, he would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

Jun Tianlin was also extremely weak at the moment, but fortunately, more than half of his spiritual power remained. He carried Wang Yu back to their room to rest.

The two lay flat on the enormous bed. Seeing Wang Yu's slightly furrowed brows, Jun Tianlin could not help reaching out to smooth them. He knew this woman had endured far too much in her life. She was someone to be pitied. Now that she had met him and they had each other, he could no longer let anything happen to her—not even a single hair could be harmed. Jun Tianlin clenched his fists as he held Wang Yu beside him, thinking this.

Before long, Jun Tianlin too fell asleep, his divine sense utterly exhausted.

He slept for an entire day and night. Only three days remained until the grand competition of the Divine Realm.

Jun Tianlin slowly woke, feeling incomparably light. For some reason, his weakened divine sense had fully recovered as well, which struck him as strange. But he shook his head and did not dwell on it. When he turned to look beside him, Wang Yu was nowhere to be seen, so he hurriedly got up to see what had happened.

Yet the moment Jun Tianlin got out of bed, he saw Wang Yu busy in the main hall.

The woman seemed to be making something—breakfast, perhaps.

Jun Tianlin could not remember how long it had