Wu Xia's face was extremely pale.
Because of the changing weather, the cloud they were on was being blown by the wind, moving swiftly.
The surrounding clouds were quickly falling away, and birds raced through the sky, sweeping across the heads of the two.
Wu Xia quickly lay down, shielding Yang Xue beneath him, while Yang Xue also tightly hugged him.
Their bodies embraced like this.
After the birds whizzing overhead had finally flown away, Wu Xia then released Yang Xue.
At that moment, Yang Xue's face was flushed, not with shyness but a feverish red.
"I'm so hot, Wu Xia, I feel so uncomfortable all over!"
Yang Xue's mind was slightly blurry as she spoke with discomfort.
Wu Xia quickly reached out to touch Yang Xue's forehead, his expression changing slightly.
"Could it be that my power has entered her body?"
But soon Wu Xia dismissed this thought; although he no longer had Spiritual Power, he could still feel that there was no Spiritual Power inside Yang Xue.
