Shen Yiren's hair was disheveled, her face pale. With the help of the arm holding her slender waist and the green Magic Power, she barely stabilized her posture, catching a faint, pleasant medicinal fragrance.
Immediately following, a warm green aura, like the morning sun, surged from the arm's embrace into her body, nurturing her injured and weary physique.
Such intimate contact, the comfortable and steady arms, and the nurturing of mana like a mother's womb, made her feel a bit shy. She had grown more trusting and reliant on Lu Changsheng.
"Third Palace Master, are you alright?"
Lu Changsheng immediately looked at Shen Yiren with full concern, catching a whiff of her elegant fragrance.
"Daoist Xuanmu, the support from Penglai Island seems to have been entangled by other attacks; we must hurry and retreat!"
