Outside!
A flash of golden light, and Chen Xuan's divine soul returned to his sea of consciousness.
Immediately, an overwhelming weakness surged up.
"Clang..."
Chen Xuan staggered, but just as he was about to fall, a fragrance suddenly filled his nostrils.
Yao'Er caught him in her arms.
"Thank you."
Chen Xuan squeezed out a slight smile, then rested his head directly on her shoulder.
He truly wasn't trying to take advantage of her; he was genuinely weak, utterly devoid of any strength, feeling dizzy and seeing stars.
It was as if he were gravely ill.
"I should be the one thanking you instead."
Yao'Er spoke softly, showing no disgust, allowing him to lean entirely into her embrace.
Over sixty percent of his divine soul was lost in an instant. Regardless of whether it affected his foundation, even recovery would be hard without one and a half to two years.
At this moment, she felt very guilty inside.
