He had to apply more force to help Ji Shenyun's Essence Blood flow freely. His long knuckles turned white from the strain, and his Pure Yang True Qi transformed into countless golden threads, seeping into her skin.
Gradually, Ji Shenyun's tense arches softened like a stream thawing in early spring, and her toes unfurled like flower petals. It seemed her circulation was restored.
Pei Yuhang's hands worked their way up from her feet to her waist.
Wherever his fingertips passed, a blush like that of peach blossoms spread across Ji Shenyun's porcelain-white skin.
Finally, Pei Yuhang's hands reached her shoulders and neck, where he encountered the most stubborn blockage.
With a soft cry, a dazzling golden light erupted from his palm. Ji Shenyun's entire upper body arched sharply, a broken gasp escaping her red lips as she fell heavily back onto the clouds.
Her rigid body relaxed, and a kitten-like whimper escaped Ji Shenyun's throat.
