Su Liyan hugged Bengbeng, feeling the waves of heat radiating from her daughter's body.
Su Liyan touched her daughter's forehead. It was slightly scorching.
Hearing her daughter's babbling whimpers, the mother's heart ached.
Su Liyan circulated the qi in her body, concentrating it in her hands to form a cold energy, which she then channeled into her daughter to suppress the violent, rampant energy within her.
Under Su Liyan's suppression, her daughter's condition began to improve. The tightly knitted brows on her face slowly relaxed.
Su Liyan and Bengbeng sat on the ground. The crowd of Xingzi didn't dare to approach, nor did they make a single sound.
Su Liyan's mother strode over, taking two steps at a time, and quickly reached Su Liyan's side. She glanced at her granddaughter's snake tail but said nothing, instead sitting down to help her daughter suppress the unstable energy inside Bengbeng.
