Ye You softly called for a long time, but Qin Sisi never responded. The expression on Ye You's face grew increasingly somber, his hands uncontrollably trembling.
He held Qin Sisi in his arms, slowly extending a hand to place his palm over Qin Sisi's abdomen, not feeling the slightest breath.
Her body hadn't fully recovered, and her magical power was limited by a curse, making it impossible to resist the heavenly tribulation faced by the Magic Saint.
Ye You's breathing became much heavier. He immediately released his magic power into Qin Sisi's body. Wave after wave of magic power was injected, but Qin Sisi still showed no reaction.
Ye You became quiet, holding Qin Sisi motionlessly as a tear slipped from his eye, landing in Qin Sisi's snow-white fur without a trace.
"Fool, why did you block the heavenly tribulation for me? That's the Magic Saint's heavenly tribulation; how could you withstand it?" Ye You murmured lowly, heart-wrenching.
