Seeing that the Female Elf still had her doubts, Ye Feng could not be bothered to explain and grabbed her hand.
The Female Elf immediately paled in fright and cried out:
"What are you doing? And you claim you don't have designs on me!"
Ye Feng could not be bothered to explain. Amid the Female Elf's cries, he took her consciousness out of the Divine Realm.
Soon, two figures appeared in a misty place.
The panicked Female Elf hurriedly pulled free of Ye Feng's hand and asked warily:
"What are you going to do to me? Where is this? Send me back!"
Watching the Female Elf babble incoherently, Ye Feng felt rather helpless, but he could not be too harsh with her. After all, he was the one who needed help.
He could only explain his purpose as briefly as possible:
"I have no other intentions toward you. My body is injured, and I just wanted you to see whether there's a way to treat it. You're only here in consciousness form, so why worry that I'll do anything to you?"
Only then did the Female Elf remember to check her own state:
"It seems this really isn't my physical body, just a wisp of consciousness."
At that thought, the Female Elf could not help blushing.
Then, recalling her earlier behavior, she felt so embarrassed she could have dug out an entire three-bedroom apartment with her toes.
Seeing that the Female Elf had finally settled down, Ye Feng lifted the restrictions on his body and guided her to experience his injuries for herself.
Suppressing her embarrassment, the Female Elf closed her eyes, her consciousness flowing along with Ye Feng's as she sensed the condition of his wounds.
After a long while, the Female Elf slowly opened her eyes and said: