"Lan Feng, how are you?" Mu Hanyan looked at Ye Lanfeng's slightly pale face, a pang of pain in her heart, asking worriedly.
"Not too serious, don't worry about my injuries for now, we're not out of danger yet." Ye Lanfeng said softly.
Mu Hanyan snapped back to reality. Although she had passed the crisis, that divine beast hadn't left, and their danger was far from over.
Mu Hanyan glanced at the divine beast in front of her, it was tilting its head to observe her, its gaze clear yet puzzled, as if scrutinizing something.
Mu Hanyan suddenly grew worried, the memories belonging to it now lay dormant in her mind, might it attempt to crack open her skull to retrieve them?
The divine beast slowly approached, raising its forepaw again.
Ye Lanfeng's body tensed, fingers tightly grasping the Thousand-breaking Sword at his waist.
