Sitting in the room, Qin Zhan held Bi Xia, watching as Bi Xia's face gradually turned pale. His brow furrowed, he tightly embraced Bi Xia, watching as Bi Xia forced Qin Qing's crystal out from his palm. The crystal floated above Qin Qing's body, and the purple spiritual power began to circulate, with the light yellow spiritual power gradually oozing out toward Han Fan.
A hint of azure spiritual power spilled over, transitioning the life force and spiritual power from the crystal toward Qin Qing. Qin Zhan pursed his lips, slowly leaning the young woman against his chest, feeling his former spiritual power wreaking havoc within Bi Xia. His phoenix eyes trembled slightly, a black glint fleetingly passed.
Just a moment ago, he told Bi Xia everything about himself, including Qin Qing, including Han Fan, and including... himself.
