Yao Lao did not hesitate in the slightest. With a flash, he stood directly in front of Xiao Yan.
His figure looked especially tall beneath the glow of the flames, like an insurmountable mountain. His vast soul power seemed to ignite at that moment, turning into an invisible shield that firmly protected both himself and Xiao Yan.
"Ding. Congratulations, group member [Yao Lao], for joining the Chat Group."
In a daze, a voice rang beside his ear, and countless pieces of information flooded into his mind. But he no longer had the strength to care. Under the burning of the Exotic Flame, the little spiritual power he had left was already becoming impossible to sustain. The next second, he would fall asleep.
"Teacher!!!"
Xiao Yan's eyes were bloodshot. Looking at the incomparably weakened Yao Lao standing before him, his heart felt as though it had been gouged out.
The killing intent in his gaze toward Han Feng in the distance grew even stronger.
"When all is said and done, you and Teacher have only truly spent a few hours together."
"Before that, Teacher even absorbed your Dou Qi for three years and turned you into a cripple for three years."
"After such a brief time together, Teacher actually chose to spend his last bit of spiritual power to save you. And because of Teacher, you are looking at me with such killing intent."
"I would rather you looked at me like that because you were about to die."
Han Feng could not understand why Xiao Yan and Yao Lao had formed feelings strong enough to die for each other in such a short time.
They had only spent a few hours together, and Xiao Yan had become a cripple for three years because of Yao Lao. Logically, there