"Yan, are you all right?" Yun Ming asked with concern.
He looked at Angel Yan before him. Her originally lovely, flower-like face was now covered in a flush, like the evening glow cast upon blooming peach blossoms, adding a few touches of captivating charm. Her long, delicate lashes trembled lightly, as though keeping time with her mood.
Her eyes were brimming like water, their gaze unfocused and dazed, as if she had fallen into deep contemplation.
Angel Yan's body trembled faintly and unconsciously, as though pulled by some invisible force.
Yun Ming could clearly feel how soft and powerless she was, impossible to hold onto, like a puddle of mud.
He had no choice but to gently lift Angel Yan in a princess carry.
"Sister Yan, what's wrong?"
The nearby angels were immediately shocked and hurried forward.
"Quickly, take her to the Medical Room!" a petite female angel anxiously told Yun Ming.
Whoosh!
A spatial ripple suddenly surged.
A wormhole opened, and Holy Keisha's tall, graceful figure stepped out.
The Female Angels present could not help but be startled at her appearance.
"Queen."
"Queen."
"..."
Waves of reverent voices rose as the Female Angels throughout the street bowed to Holy Keisha.
Holy Keisha told them to rise.
Then she glared at Yun Ming.
"You. Come with me." Holy Keisha's voice carried unquestionable authority. She turned and elegantly stepped into the wormhole, casually waving an arm before leaving.
Yun Ming vaguely felt as though something invisible had quietly been erased, but he did not dwell on it. He simply followed close behind and quickly entered the deep wormhole.
As the wormhole closed, it left behind only a group of Female Angels staring at one another, their eyes filled with confusion and curiosity.
After passing through the wormhole, Yun Ming's view suddenly