Dong Hai lay her down. He waved his hand, changing her clothes with magic, and softly wiped the cold sweat from her pale face and the blood from the corner of her lips with a soft cotton cloth. Dong Hai closed his eyes, on imparting some of his cultivation to her, sensing her immortal roots' sheer frailty. If she didn't go to trial soon...?
"I am incapable of bearing your loss," Dong Hai whispered defeatedly to the unconscious Xiao Liu, knowing he would never be able to let go of her. What would he do after everything was finished?
