Bo Xian'er suddenly cried out, "Xiao Yi, put it away, quick!"
Her voice carried aching concern and a hint of urgency.
Her cry was like a pebble dropping into a still lake, breaking the surrounding silence and snapping everyone out of their thoughts.
By then, fine beads of sweat had appeared on Xiao Yi's forehead. Clearly, what she had just done had not been easy for her.
"Put it away, Xiao Yi!" everyone urged.
At their urging, Xiao Yi's fingers trembled slightly. Under her control, the dreamlike Soul Ring slowly dissipated, and the ink-wash Taiji Diagram vanished from her fingertips along with it.
Bo Xian'er's expression turned cold as frost as she scolded, "Xiaojun, just what are you playing at?!"
She was clearly displeased.
Chen Xiaojun looked somewhat sheepish. He had only meant to mention it, never expecting Xiao Yi to try it immediately or cause such a commotion.
Bo Xian'er quickly turned and hugged Xiao Yi tightly. "Xiao Yi, don't always listen to this little brat. Are you hurt?" she asked anxiously.
Xiao Yi lightly bit her lower lip and shook her head. "Great-Grandmother, I'm fine. I just feel a little weak."
Her voice trembled slightly, but everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Chen Menglin hurriedly took out a crystalline pill and handed it to Xiao Yi. "Here, Xiao Yi. Take this pill. It should help you feel better."
Xiao Yi accepted it gratefully. "Thank you, Grandpa Meng."
She answered softly, then swallowed the pill.
Meanwhile, Chen Xun was lecturing Chen Xiaojun. "Honestly, you! You don't even consider where you are. You just act on whatever pops into your head."
Chen Xiaojun lowered his head and said nothing.
He felt wronged, with nowhere to plead his case.
When he had said to try it, he hadn't meant right here.