The dust from the shattered spatial domain had barely settled on the floorboards of the Star-Gazing Pavilion, but Tantai Zhi was acting as if the sky had just fallen.
"Husband, your wrist!" Tantai Zhi gasped, her golden eyes wide with sheer, unadulterated panic.
She dropped to her knees right there in the corridor, grabbing Yan Shuo's right hand as if it were made of the most fragile, spun glass in the mortal realm. She held it up to the glowing spiritual pearls on the wall, her beautiful face pinched in intense concentration as she inspected his knuckles.
There was a faint, microscopic redness on his skin from where he had gripped the heavy iron sword.
"This is unacceptable!" Tantai Zhi declared, her voice trembling with self-reproach. "I am a terrible wife! I should have chopped that void in half myself! Look at your poor skin, it is practically bruised!"
