Yun Ming instinctively turned to look.
He saw Holy Keisha, dressed in magnificent court attire, standing quietly behind him. Her noble, elegant face bore a calm, profound gaze as she silently watched him.
Her arrival had been soundless, like a gentle breeze brushing past, bringing a cool sensation to Yun Ming, whose heart had been filled with rage, and swiftly calming him down.
As his anger gradually faded, the pain he had previously ignored returned—but it was much lighter now.
Was it the effect of psionic power, or the Angel Gene's healing ability? Holy Keisha and He Xi almost simultaneously noticed the obvious improvement in Yun Ming's injuries and silently pondered it.
Yun Ming also noticed that the injury on his arm had improved considerably. He secretly guessed that his psionic power was probably at work.
He tried to mobilize the psionic power within him to heal his injured arm, then cautiously asked Holy Keisha, "May I ask who you are?"
"Didn't you know how to tell fortunes? How could you not calculate who I am?" Holy Keisha gave Yun Ming's healing arm a meaningful glance, a faint smile curling at her lips.
Yun Ming immediately felt awkward. It was as though Holy Keisha had seen through all his little schemes, and he did not know how to answer.
"How could you strike so ruthlessly?" Holy Keisha turned to reprimand He Xi, her tone carrying a trace of displeasure.
Then she turned back to Yun Ming, bowed slightly, and placed her right hand over her shoulder. "I'm very sorry! I apologize to you on her behalf."
Both Yun Ming and He Xi were stunned. He Xi was initially surprised, then somewhat speechless. She had not expected Holy Keisha to apologize to Yun Ming so solemnly.
Yun Ming, meanwhile, was deeply