It's over.
After the rush of adrenaline from battle wore off, suppressed fatigue and pain surged like a tide.
Yi Qingyan closed her eyes, steadied her breathing, and then opened them again.
She swiftly adjusted her body and mind to a suitable balance. The carefree nature during battle and the peace during rest—only by mastering both can one truly become an exceptional warrior.
This is an innate talent for Yi Qingyan.
"Brother..."
Yi Qingyan raised her hand, watching the swirling black flames on her snow-white arm, the passionate yet warm aura enveloping her came from the person she cherished most in the world... This feeling made her reluctant to let go, so she murmured and softly called out to him.
"I understand."
Since the brother and sister were still in a fused state, as Cen Dongsheng spoke, a tickling sensation came from deep within the girl's ear, which caused her pale cheeks to flush and her breathing to become rapid once more.
"I'll leave now."
