"Pei Yan! How are you? Come down and let me take a look at your injuries!" Completely ignoring that they were on the battlefield and that Shitang Longsi was watching intently from not far away, Pei Jin shouted up anxiously, his face filled with worry, landing at Pei Yan's feet within a few breaths.
"Sister, I'm fine. I've had injuries like this before; it's not a big deal! Don't worry about me!" Pei Yan, suspended in mid-air, had his severed arm and chest wounds being continuously mended by iron currents. He was preparing to lure the enemy into deeper ground for a counterattack, but seeing the concerned look on his sister's face, his heart warmed, forcing him to abandon his plan and land slowly.
Just then, Shitang Longsi's annoying voice sounded behind them: "Miss Pei, does your heart ache? This is..."
