Wen Xiao'ai pursed her lips, staring cautiously into Feng Liyan's eyes, and spoke carefully: "Then... extract a soul fragment to retrain the spiritual sense..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Feng Liyan's face darken, a glimmer of anger flickering in his eyes.
"Xiao'ai!"
Wen Xiao'ai shrank her neck back, too scared to speak.
Feng Liyan never argued with her, so whenever he got angry, she would get nervous.
"If you extract a soul and a fragment, you know what could happen don't you? At best, memory loss; at worst, becoming foolish. Would you dare to share this idea with Jun Moyan?"
"Don't tell him." Wen Xiao'ai anxiously grabbed his hand, feeling completely intimidated.
"I won't do it again..."
Seeing her like this, Feng Liyan found himself unable to scold or reprimand her, leaving him only to sigh in resignation.
