Chen Feng looked at Ye Qingqing and saw that her expression was grave, full of heavy thoughts; he wanted to hold her in his arms.
But Chen Feng looked at himself, covered in blood, and abandoned the idea, instead offering gentle words of comfort, "Qingqing, with me here, no one can hurt you."
"I believe you, but right now I'm worried about my father. Just a projection of him has come to the lower realm, and he's this powerful. If in the future he's still determined to kill you, then..."
Ye Qingqing stopped mid-sentence.
"We are growing too, and one day we'll be strong enough to protect ourselves," Chen Feng said.
"Let's not think about this now, let's take it one step at a time. Anyway, for the moment we can breathe a sigh of relief."
Ye Qingqing showed a trace of a smile and began to examine Chen Feng's wounds.
