Yang Xi and Azure Dragon sympathized with Black Tortoise very much, but they could only sympathize, that was all. Meanwhile, the pair standing next to them didn't seem to be any better than Tang Nazhi and Black Tortoise either.
White Tiger's tall body covered Yan Yu's thin figure. His powerful, big hands held Yan Yu's small white ones and his eyebrows were tightly knit.
Yan Yu looked at White Tiger's tangled expression and wondered if he should say something.
"While I'm not here, you have to take good care of yourself. Don't get cold, don't tire yourself out. Your body has just been cured, you have to take good care of it." White Tiger's mood was very gloomy. He was about to go on a long journey. What he couldn't let go of most was his fragile master. In that beast tide, the sight of Yan Yu's illness flaring up had been deeply imprinted in his mind, leaving him uneasy.
