The entire Lingyin Sect might face a catastrophic disaster!
After doing all this, Chen Ye quickly walked to the bed.
Qing Jun was already burning and delirious.
She curled up on the bed, the silver light from within her already overflowing to the surface.
Transforming into a dreamlike silver glow, swirling around her body.
Looking closely,
This wasn't ordinary spiritual light; it was a chain woven from countless ancient runes.
"So hot..."
As soon as Chen Ye touched her forehead, his fingers trembled.
"Mmm... Master... swelling... my head feels swollen..."
Qing Jun moaned in discomfort, her little hands absentmindedly scratching her head, twisting her body like a baby silkworm.
Chen Ye's heart stirred, he held her small hand and looked closely.
In her silver hair, two small protrusions were slowly wriggling.
"What is this..."
Chen Ye held his breath.
Very soon.
Two translucent, crystal-like little horns broke through her skin, trembling as they emerged.
