Fu Shiyan saw this, furrowed his brow, but didn't say anything.
After a while, Jiangli let go of her hand, "The soul is a bit unstable—" she suspiciously looked at Xia Xin, "Why is there a sign of the soul wanting to split? There wasn't anything weird in the cave just now that could divide a soul, right?"
Xia Xin was dumbfounded, "Ah? Really, is there? I don't know either..."
Seeing him with a clueless expression, like a dumb goose, Jiangli disdainfully released her hand and moved a step aside.
But with just one step, she felt dizzy and fully experienced the nausea Xia Xin mentioned earlier.
The taste of blood rose in her throat.
Fu Shiyan immediately noticed Jiangli's condition, embraced her, grabbed her wrist, and transferred his Spiritual Power to Jiangli.
Jiangli pressed her lips together but didn't resist.
She's already so weak...
No point in struggling.
She closed her eyes, leaned there, and let Fu Shiyan do his work.
