"Brother San..." Xiao Wu steadied herself against the doorframe with one hand, looking past Tang San at the agonized Lie Yan. She asked worriedly, "What happened to Sister Lie Yan? Why is she in so much pain?"
At his wife's voice, the cold, fierce light in Tang San's eyes instantly turned into boundless tenderness and concern.
He hurried forward and wrapped a cloak around Xiao Wu's shoulders, explaining gravely, "It was that madman, Bai Qinchen. Lie Yan's Divine Soul is linked to Bai Qinchen's. If Bai Qinchen gets hurt, Lie Yan feels twice the pain.
At this point, Tang San's gaze abruptly chilled. He said gravely, "Bai Qinchen is probably hurting himself in the dungeon right now. He's deliberately causing Lie Yan pain to force us to show ourselves. Ji Dong and I must go to the dungeon immediately, find out what's happening, and stop that beast."
At the name Bai Qinchen, Xiao Wu involuntarily stiffened. Images instantly flashed through her mind of her joyful battle with Bai Qinchen in that gloomy cell not long ago.
Urgently: "I'm going too!"
She abruptly raised her head and grabbed Tang San's sleeve, her tone anxious. Hearing this, Tang San immediately knitted his brows tightly.
He shook his head without hesitation, took her slightly cool little hand, and refused gently but firmly, "No, you can't go. Your Divine Soul's injuries haven't healed, and you're still very weak. The dungeon is dark, cold, and thick with malice. You must stay in the hall and rest properly."
"But..."
"No buts." Tang San interrupted her, his gaze full of reluctance and worry. "Listen to me, Xiao Wu. You're protected here by layers of restrictions. Once I've dealt with that madman, I'll come right back to keep you company.
Yet Xiao Wu was unusually stubborn. She bit