Xiao Ling was taken aback, but finally reacted. She let out a shout and shot a mass of Extreme Cold Ice Fog at Elder Ye.
Elder Ye smiled faintly, reached out his hand and casually grabbed in the air, and the mass of Extreme Cold Ice Fog launched by Xiao Ling was caught in his palm.
Elder Ye opened his palm, and an egg-sized Ice Ball appeared in his hand, which he then threw to the ground.
"You silly girl, why are you panicking? If you don't want him to die, don't make things worse."
Xiao Ling looked at Elder Ye, anxious and uneasy, full of suspicion, and stood there in a daze.
At that moment, Yang Xiao lay on the ground, his face pale, his chest stained red with blood, his life or death uncertain.
"You stay here and watch over him, don't let anyone disturb him. It's late at night now, and probably no one will come to the library."
Having said that, Elder Ye turned and left.
Xiao Ling quickly shouted:
"What... what about him? What... what about me?"
