Su Muyao couldn't help but want to get closer, but that cold figure suddenly disappeared.
Su Muyao felt even more pain in her heart, her consciousness suddenly became clear.
Because she was awakened by the pain.
Her meridians felt as if they were being pricked by needles.
The divine power inside her was becoming increasingly full, almost bursting her body, as if it would shatter into pieces from this violent power any second.
"Ugh—" A suppressed groan of pain overflowed from her throat.
She gritted her teeth and endured it.
She didn't want to wake the sleeping Xiao Jihan.
She couldn't let him see her like this.
She calmed her mind, focusing all her attention on converting the divine power within her, allowing the pain to wash over her consciousness like a tide.
She continuously mobilized her immortal power, guiding and slowly compressing the violent divine power within her.
