The Spiritual Energy was rich, condensing into droplets, and a rain began inside the Gallery of Shili, a pure rain of Spirit Energy.
Splash, splash...
The rain kept falling, nourishing all living beings, and also Qiu Yuan Dai's frail body, her languid soul.
Clearly, it was also the Demon Lord's deep love for his wife.
Just now, he had sacrificed his heart's blood and also a great many Evil Gods to break the prohibition and let one hand pass through. On one hand, he wanted to lift the beaded curtain, to see whether his wife had met with any accidents, to prevent his wife from truly getting hurt.
On the other hand, if the Madam was safe and sound, and everything was just his groundless fears, then that hand passing through wouldn't be useless; it would transform into a rain of Spirit Energy, nourishing the Madam's body, making her even more powerful, a reflection of his own love for her.
Hum, hum, hum!
