At this moment, Su Chengyu's life was not the only thing at stake; after unleashing that sword strike, his soul was also rapidly dissipating in an irreversible manner.
Clenching Su Chengyu's hands, Ye Qingci had already perceived his current state, and even as an Earth Immortal, she was utterly powerless to do anything.
"Idiot! With such an act, did you really not consider the consequences?"
Su Chengyu's lips parted slightly as he was about to speak, but Ye Qingci glared at him again, "I told you not to talk. Don't you understand?"
The angry expression on Ye Qingci's face made Su Chengyu smile bitterly, and he dared not speak again. Ye Qingci's expression warmed his heart, but Su Chengyu was all too aware of his own condition.
At this moment, whether or not he talked was completely meaningless, even though Ye Qingci was already doing her utmost to slow down the dissipation of his soul.
