When Ye Fan woke up, he found only Qin Yanran taking care of him. As he regained consciousness, Qin Yanran was so overjoyed that she threw herself into his arms.
"Ugh!"
Ye Fan let out a muffled grunt. Qin Yanran had unintentionally collapsed right onto his wound.
"My love, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!" Qin Yanran hastily apologized.
But it was hard to blame her. She had been watching over Ye Fan for a full day and night without a wink of sleep. She was not a formidable Martial Artist like him, who could go so long without rest.
What could Ye Fan say? He could only endure it. "It's alright," he said. "I can take it."
Qin Yanran helped him sit up. He asked her, "Have things been chaotic these past couple of days?"
After all, with the Demon Emperor dead, the major powers throughout the Divine Land, and indeed the world, were bound to undergo a major shift. Turmoil was inevitable.
