Fang Yuan forcefully tore himself free from the endless sea of fate.
The moment his consciousness returned to his body, his eyes snapped open.
"Cough—!"
A mouthful of blood spilled from his lips as violent spiritual qi fluctuations erupted around him before rapidly calming down.
The pressure weighing down the hall vanished instantly.
"Husband!"
Lin Zhaoyue appeared beside him almost immediately.
All traces of her previous calm vanished completely as she grabbed his shoulders and quickly checked his condition.
Her fingers trembled slightly when she saw the blood on his lips.
"What happened?" she asked sharply, worry leaking into her voice despite her attempt to suppress it. "was the refinement a failure that it injured your soul?"
At the same time, one of her hands immediately moved to his back, gently circulating spiritual qi into his body to stabilize him.
"Father!"
A small voice called out anxiously.
