Confrontation

Because his injuries were far too severe, Xiao Yan's consciousness was somewhat scattered. Though unwilling, the enormous gap in strength left him with no good options. Yet that familiar fragrance made his heart tremble, and he murmured faintly, "Is this a dream...?"

"It's me." A gentle yet clear voice sounded beside Xiao Yan's ear.

It wasn't a dream!

As the voice arrived, Xiao Yan felt a tingling numbness spread through his wounds. A stream of Dou Qi entered his body, which was a complete mess—it was a sign that he was being healed.

A soft embrace half-raised him, carefully avoiding his wounds.

His will to survive was rekindled. Enduring the pain, Xiao Yan turned his head and saw a beautiful face that had haunted his dreams.

Xiao Yi Xian!

Xiao Yi Xian wore a white-and-purple long dress. Her once graceful and gentle face was utterly bloodless, her slender brows tightly furrowed. Her beautiful eyes were filled with undisguised pity as they gazed at Xiao Yan, covered in injuries.

"Didn't I tell you to leave? Why did you come here?!" Xiao Yan's first reaction was reproach, but his tone carried deep fear.

"Hmph." Xiao Yi Xian snorted softly. Her moist eyes reddened further, as if she were blaming Xiao Yan for his actions. Her arms around him tightened, as though afraid he would vanish the next moment. Yet, worried about touching his wounds, she did not dare exert any force and could only hold him with the utmost gentleness.

"You told me to take the clan members and leave the Central Plains, while you stayed here alone to risk your life. How could you even think of that?" Xiao Yi Xian's voice choked with grievance. Her right hand instinctively pinched the soft flesh at Xiao Yan's waist, but she did not