Mei Chen's injuries were really serious. They were so severe that her cultivation base had even regressed…
The sky above Yellow Spring Demon City was filled with a thin ghost mist making the air dull and stuffy. And from the battlefield outside, a faint stench of blood wafted into the city.
Mei Chen draped a grand black marten coat. She looked as gorgeous and ravishing as usual. However, her complexion was unusually pale because of her injuries.
Ning Fan sighed and grabbed Mei Chen's wrist without bothering how she might try to resist. He held her wrist in the center of his palm and used his medicine soul to carefully examine Mei Chen's injuries.
"Stinky bastard! You are still brazen and shameless like back then even after forty plus years. How dare you defile me in front of so many people?!" Mei Chen might be cursing Ning Fan verbally but she did not break free from his hand.
All the cultivators in Yellow Spring City were dumbfounded.
