Shen Yuan could sense that his husband was having a difficult time, but he didn't fully believe that until he finally saw the man's condition with his two eyes.
Bai Tingfeng's always perfectly styled jet-black hair is disheveled, a gash runs through his left forehead down to his aristocratic eyebrows, and a green-black stain is visible in a small portion of his neck.
Shen Yuan's heart dropped at the sight. What happened to his handsome husband?! The dazzling swordsmanship he grew to admire looks sluggish now!
He flew like he was looking through a funnel, not minding about his surroundings, and focused on his husband.
"Daddy! Watch out!" Suddenly, Yanyan pulls his hair, panicking.
Out of instinct, he conjured a fireball and threw it towards the incoming projectile.
Crash! A massive mangrove tree trunk burst into a million ashes in an instant.
