A ceaseless hot wind blew from ahead. Darkness filled his vision, and Han Ning felt his body plummeting in a free fall.
"Yin Yi, Yin Yi, are you okay?" Han Ning worriedly communicated with it using his Spiritual Power.
"Ling~" A weak response from Yin Yi echoed in his Spiritual World.
He suddenly felt something and twisted his body around, opening his arms.
The next second, a cold body burrowed into his embrace.
Yin Yi trembled gently in his arms, its body emitting a faint green glow.
Through the light, Han Ning could see that Yin Yi's body was covered in fine cracks. It was curled up in his arms like a small kitten, letting out weak whimpers from time to time.
"I'll make sure your injuries are healed."
He said no more, simply resting his head against Yin Yi, quietly feeling its emotions.
"AHH!"
Lin Tianhe's frantic screams echoed one after another in the darkness.
