"Ah!!"
Having nearly become a porcupine with needles in her back, Han Guo suddenly let out an exclamation as she felt countless streams of heat surge into her body. The cold, sinister air within her seemed to be aggressively pushed back, cornered in a recess of her body, unable to move.
Liu Wentian, pinching and flicking, his hands moved swiftly over the several dozen Silver Needles, dazzling to the onlookers, as the needles maintained a constant vibration, incessantly trembling.
Han Guo felt that she had never, at any moment, felt as relaxed and comfortable as she did now. The cold, bone-piercing sensation had almost vanished, while a warm current flowed within her body.
She turned her head and glanced at Liu Wentian, who was now drenched in sweat. Even as sweat dripped into his eyes, he did not blink even once, focusing intently on the several dozen Silver Needles on Han Guo's back, his face serious and his body seemingly emanating a special radiance.
