To facilitate her movements, Ning Xuan had been standing on a palm-sized Flying Disc made of Flying Elephant Ant Wings. Now, having dealt with the insect swarm, she sensed the instability in Di Youlin's Spiritual Sea and immediately went to his side, pressing two fingers to his Baihui Acupoint.
The bloodshot veins in Di Youlin's eyes gradually faded. As he looked at Ning Xuan, his amber, slit pupils glistened with moisture in the morning light. When he gazed at her, the violence that had been surging in his eyes had transformed into a look of grievance, like a small beast drenched in rain. Even the corners of his eyes were faintly red.
Ning Xuan couldn't bear the look in his eyes, so she reached out and hugged him.
