Yang Tian held Wu Jie.
He burned the Divine Breath within his body to protect Wu Jie, and as the powerful and warm Divine Breath poured into Wu Jie's body, Wu Jie's body gradually became less cold.
"Alright, I'm fine now."
Wu Jie whispered.
"You're fine?" Yang Tian activated his Divine Sense, probing into Wu Jie's body, and sensed a powerful cold gathering inside Wu Jie. He shook his head, "Not yet..."
"You mean you want to completely dispel the cold within me?"
Wu Jie couldn't help but ask.
"Do you think I want this?" Yang Tian glared at Wu Jie, "An Asura Princess spirit is coming over to kill. If she kills you, I'm afraid it won't be easy for me to deal with her in the future."
"Then you're going to burn your cultivation again to warm me? You'll suffer great losses, even if you want to recover, it will take about a year or half."
Wu Jie felt a bit guilty.
"What choice do I have? I'm helpless too!"
