Xu Yuan quickly caught her frail figure, slowly descending to the ground as he said urgently:
"There must be a way....."
With a casual motion, the Sumeru Ring that had been knocked away during the battle instantly flew into Xu Yuan's palm.
Countless priceless healing pills materialized in midair. Xu Yuan crushed the jade bottles effortlessly and shattered them with power, intending to feed the pills to the woman in his arms.
But his hand was once again pushed aside by her. Her pale, delicate face smiled softly as she looked at him and said faintly:
"Grace under pressure—you taught me that.... Have you forgotten so soon?"
His hand froze in midair.
A suffocating feeling enveloped him like a giant hand squeezing tightly, leaving him breathless and unable to speak. Yet the woman in his arms merely leaned her head lightly against his chest.
They landed on the ground amidst the ruins—a battlefield of quiet desolation after the chaos.
