Following the direction of the Silver Bell Rope, Chen Nan and Qing Ying flew several meters away, landing on a branch.
Ye Yiyi, in her snow-white dress, floated gracefully from not far away, with another Silver Bell Rope swirling around her in the wind, like a celestial fairy descending to the mortal world. She landed on the branch and grasped Chen Nan's hand, looking at his blood-stained clothes with concern, and said, "How are you?"
"I'm fine, it's all someone else's blood."
Chen Nan shook his head and gently wiped his bloodied hand across her face, "It's you I'm worried about, why are you here?"
"My master told me you were here, so I came."
"That old man, I told him not to say anything, and he did!" Chen Nan muttered.
Ye Yiyi couldn't help but laugh, "Am I that fragile, that you feel the need to protect me like this?"
Chen Nan shook his head and laughed, "Not at all, I'm just worried the poison fire hasn't been cleared. If you get hurt again, I..."
