"All of you, rise. Yan Fuzhen will stay behind to handle the aftermath. The rest of you, go home now." After speaking, Ning Xuan's vision went black. She felt dizzy and struggled to stay on her feet.
She had just manipulated her Vine Silk to enter Lin Yang's mind. Although the process was brief, it was an unfamiliar mindscape, requiring intense concentration that took a heavy toll on her spiritual power.
"Family Head, are you all right?" Yu Mingche was the closest to Ning Xuan, and noticing that something was wrong, he caught her in his arms.
"I'm fine. My spiritual power is just depleted, so I'm a little dizzy. Youling, come here. You carry me," Ning Xuan said, pushing Yu Mingche away and turning to Di Youlin.
In Ning Xuan's view, Yu Mingche's body currently needed rest and special care. He couldn't risk any bumps or bruises, let alone carry anything heavy.
