"The opposing forces of ice and fire, such contradictory powers, have actually unleashed such tremendous strength. It seems my mission is complete!" The magician's figure vanished into the mystic fog, gradually distancing itself.
Feeling the magician's aura fading, Yuwen Xiangyu did not pursue but gently cradled Tang Fengxiao in her arms, her beautiful eyes welling with tears. "You fool, your injuries clearly haven't healed, why must you act brave?"
"Cough, cough!" Tang Fengxiao looked at Yuwen Xiangyu, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "I said that I would protect you. A man must keep his word!"
Yuwen Xiangyu, feigning anger, lightly tapped Tang Fengxiao on the chest. "You big fool."
"Cough, cough!" A coughing sound suddenly echoed from the fog. "If you keep this up, my good brother is going to bleed out and die!"
Ling Feng appeared before the two of them, a teasing expression flickering across his face as he looked at them.
