He didn't know how to describe the feeling, but he was clear that at this moment both of their hearts were fixated on each other.
After a short while, Ling Yinrong also took an Elixir, recuperating from her physical injuries.
The two supported each other as they left the place.
"If there's a next time, I'll ignore you!"
Ling Yinrong couldn't think of a better threat and said it in a pale tone.
But to Chen Yuan's ears, it was no less than an imperial decree. He smiled, turned his head to her, and said, "Senior Sister, I promise there won't be..."
It was at that moment, a sudden whooshing sound interrupted him.
Dots of fresh blood stained his face—a spear had pierced through Ling Yinrong's chest, blood slowly dripping down from the sharp spear.
Chen Yuan's eyes seemed about to split, "No!!"
The next moment, a tremendous force blew them away, only stopping when they crashed into a tree.
