Mu Qingluan cradled the woman in her arms and called to her softly. Looking at the woman before him, Xiao Yan felt that she was far too thin. Her face was almost deathly pale, utterly bloodless. She was no longer merely delicate, but possessed a sickly frailty.
The woman was like a fragile work of art—she could only be held with care and could not withstand the slightest bump.
Xiao Yan bent one knee and squatted beside her. He could sense the woman's breathing, but his Dou Qi still could not detect her presence, leaving him unable to understand her internal condition.
"Junior Sister, why not use Dou Qi to treat her?"
Mu Qingluan hurriedly shook her head. "No. Sister Xue's body is too weak. She won't be able to bear it if we send our Dou Qi into her body."
Xiao Yan found this even stranger. Unlike humans, who were not born knowing how to use Dou Qi, magical beasts possessed a certain degree of strength from birth. Yet the woman before him could not even endure healing Dou Qi. It was truly beyond comprehension.
Fortunately, after coughing twice, the woman woke up. Hearing Mu Qingluan calling her, she asked softly, "Is that Qingluan?"
Mu Qingluan half-embraced the woman and said, "It's me, Sister Xue. Are you all right? How could those people let you come here alone?"
Mu Qianxue gave a faint smile, but her eyes, which should have been exceedingly captivating, held no liveliness at all. They were as vacant as a dead stillness. "You can't blame them. I only wanted to come here alone and sit for a while. I didn't expect to suddenly faint."
Mu Qianxue then slowly rose from Mu Qingluan's embrace. Her body was truly too slight, and Xiao Yan could not help