With a crisp sound, the alchemy vessel melted into Ye Hanshang's sea of consciousness like water.
Then Ye Hanshang stood still like a statue, his eyes losing their luster.
Xue An knew that this was because Ye Hanshang's divine sense had entered the alchemy vessel to seek answers.
Normally, this kind of thing would only require splitting a trace of divine sense, but now Ye Hanshang had obviously poured all his divine sense into it, leaving himself in a completely defenseless state.
In this state, even a random strong person could severely injure Ye Hanshang.
This made Xue An sigh softly, then he silently sat aside, acting as Ye Hanshang's protector.
He didn't know how long it had been, but the charcoal in the brazier in front of Xue An had been changed three times, and then he heard an extremely faint whimper from Ye Hanshang.
Next, he saw Ye Hanshang crying like a rainstorm, turning into a complete teary mess.
