Dorothy fainted, her face extremely pale.
"..."
Li Yan carried her to the bed, looking at the Soul-forgiving Water in his palm with a hint of distress. It took him a whole day to refine several dozen tons of seawater to produce this single drop.
As the Soul-forgiving Water fell from Li Yan's fingertip, it seeped through Dorothy's lips. Within a moment, her complexion visibly became rosy.
Li Yan took the opportunity to stand up, pulled a chair beside the bed, and maintained a distance from Dorothy that was not too awkward.
Dorothy slowly woke up and turned her head to look at Li Yan beside her bed, her eyelashes drooping down, "Did it fail?"
"If it had been too intense, I wouldn't have been able to guarantee your personal safety,"
Li Yan shrugged.
"You don't have to comfort me. It's still inside my body; I can feel it. I have sought out many sorcerers and exorcists, and you are the only one still alive. From this alone, you're already very capable,"
