Ling Feng didn't remain unconscious for long. Soon, his consciousness awoke once again. Surrounded by the Magma River, dangers abounded, and with Tuoba Yan needing his care, a strong obsession grew deep in his conscious mind—he could not remain in deep sleep; he must wake up quickly!
"Cough cough..."
After a bout of coughing, Ling Feng slowly opened his eyes, only to discover that some liquid was dripping onto his face, pitter-patter. The droplets were quickly evaporating due to the high temperature, scalding his cheeks painfully.
"Ah, you... you're awake!"
Tuoba Yan, hearing Ling Feng's cough, quickly turned her head, wiping away the tears on her face, and said through gritted teeth, "You... It's good that you woke up."
"Huh..." Ling Feng took a deep breath, a faint scent enveloping him. Shaking his head with a smile and speaking weakly, he said, "Don't worry, I'm fine now."
