Xiao Yan was questioning his entire existence.
So, what exactly was going on now...
...?
Wasn't I trying to refine the fallen heart flame? Why was this woman lying next to me, and why...
Had I done something to her... no, that couldn't be right. My clothes were still on.
His face wooden, Xiao Yan tried his best not to look at Medusa, though he still stole the occasional glance. Then...
Once he realized Medusa was unconscious, he began admiring her openly.
Yes, admiring.
Still, he could vaguely sense that something was very wrong with her soul. The Seven-Colored Heaven Swallowing Python's soul and Medusa's own soul seemed to be slowly merging under the combined influence of several forces, but the process was excruciatingly painful.
"This is..."
Xiao Yan noticed something seemed to have fallen beside Medusa's head.
Before he could get a proper look, however, he felt tremendous energy pressing down on him from every direction.
"Ugh-its power still hasn't run out!?"
Feeling the fallen heart flame's assault, Xiao Yan hurriedly steadied his mind, trying once again to sink his consciousness inward and suppress the heart flame.
But what he hadn't expected was...
Medusa slowly sat up.
Xiao Yan was so frightened that his hair stood on end, and he hastily shut his eyes.
"I didn't see anything-I didn't see a thing! You can't gouge my eyes out!"
There was no response.
Hmm.
...? Could she still be unconscious?
Smack!
While Xiao Yan was still sitting there in a daze with his eyes closed, he suddenly felt hands clap onto both sides of his head.
"What are you doing!"
A sense of danger crept over him. No longer caring whether he looked, Xiao Yan opened his eyes and glared at Medusa. But she hadn't regained her senses at all.