"Xiao Yi, rest for a while. Be careful when you start absorbing it," Chen Xiaojun said, looking at her with a flicker of worry in his eyes.
Xiao Yi raised her eyebrows and nodded. She knew the absorption ahead would determine her future-and the gap between her and Chen Xiaojun.
Though she felt a little nervous, resolve and determination outweighed her unease.
"Second Granduncle, if anything seems even slightly wrong with Xiao Yi, please interrupt her, all right?" Chen Xiaojun asked anxiously.
"Little Xiaojun, don't worry. I'll certainly keep an eye on her," Chen Cong said calmly, his gaze steady and composed. "But don't get too nervous yourself. If you make Xiao Yi overly anxious, it won't help her absorption."
"Uh... all right." Chen Xiaojun nodded at Xiao Yi, giving her an encouraging look.
Afraid his anxiety might affect Xiao Yi, he worked to settle his emotions and calm himself.
Xiao Yi understood this too. She took a deep breath and adjusted her mindset. This was the crucial moment in her advancement; she had to remain calm and focused. Silently praying that everything would go smoothly, she slowly closed her eyes.
With a mysterious, ethereal look in her eyes, Xiao Yi concentrated on guiding the Soul Ring's absorption.
A powerful surge of energy poured out of the Soul Ring, carrying soul power, essence, mental power, and various other forces.
The energy came rushing in, turning Xiao Yi's face pale in an instant.
She felt an enormous force battering her body, as though it might tear her apart at any moment.
The only good news was that Xiao Yi had not immediately coughed up blood, as Chen Xiaojun had when he faced his fifteen-hundred-year Soul Ring.
"Xiao Yi, hurry! Activate Ten Thousand Leaves Flying Flower Flow!" Chen Xiaojun cried, his heart