Immediately following that, Ao Ying, clad in her red robe and bolstered by [Feng Mou], caught up with the falling figure of Xie Xuanyi.
Ao Ying's condition was very bad.
Her complexion was pale to the extreme.
In the previous battle, although she had snatched away Xie Sheng's True Dragon Destiny, which seemed like a bountiful harvest, before she had the chance to refine it, she had already channeled a good portion of that destiny into the [Feng Mou]...
Beyond that.
She had also overexerted her already fatigued soul.
Activating [Feng Mou] to fall into the well was the last thing she could do.
The pulsing crimson vertical pupil slowly faded away.
Ao Ying tried to stay conscious, but her awareness had already begun to waver.
The flickering shadow of the Red Dragon, struggling free from her embrace, flew towards the outside of the well—
Ao Ying realized something was amiss.
But dealing with Master Chong Kan's lingering thoughts had already drained her...
