After speaking, Huang Yi didn't wait for Chen Mo to prepare, she gently flicked her jade hand towards him, causing Chen Mo to fly up and "plop" into the small pool.
"Hot, hot, hot..."
Chen Mo was like a duck dropped into a pot; the moment he touched the pool water, he swiftly jumped out, his skin scorching, and steam rising from his head.
In just this brief contact, Chen Mo felt as if he had been cooked somewhat.
"Go down."
Huang Yi's lips parted lightly, her voice as clear as the first thaw of spring snow, piercing the air and hitting Chen Mo, forming sound wave ripples that knocked him down from the sky.
"Plop!"
Chen Mo fell into the pool again.
The boiling water instinctively prompted him to mobilize his innate spiritual qi to resist.
"You are not allowed to mobilize spiritual power for defense, activate your cultivation technique to absorb it."
Huang Yi's voice penetrated Chen Mo's ears, and the syllables seemed to come alive, restricting his dantian's spiritual power.
