A magnificent, wide robe enveloped Feng Qing'an's steaming body, faint purple light shimmering on the fabric. A scene similar to the splendid jungles that Feng Qing'an had seen before emerged, with delicate vines that seemed to be carved out of purple jade, stretching down like creeping snakes, latching on to Feng Qing'an's body.
The light flickered, the indescribable spiritual Qi from it diffusing in all directions, seeping into Feng Qing'an's flesh. With the pressure of these vines, Feng Qing'an's previously furrowed brow due to agony started to relax a little, easing his discomfort.
"Feng Qing'an, you will be fine!"
The young girl held Feng Qing'an's head tightly against her chest, trying to alleviate his pain with her own body, even if it was only for a moment.
Despite being exquisitely aware of everything happening around him, the seductive contact could not distract Feng Qing'an momentarily; he had no spare energy to care about it now.
"I will definitely protect you too!"
