Yang Jing had no choice but to pick up Zuoqiu Feng's supple form and sit down on the floor. Her wide skirt spread out around them, resembling a blooming peony.
"What's it like outside?"
Zuoqiu Feng buried her face in Yang Jing's chest.
"We should be safe now. That Golden Core Demon Cultivator was likely afflicted by Demon Contamination, so he can barely fend for himself. He shouldn't have any strength left to chase us. As for the Profound Whale, with its Cultivation, there's no way it could have survived the Seven Cities Profound Evil Demon Light."
Yang Jing breathed in the intoxicating fragrance coming from Zuoqiu Feng in his arms and let out a soft sigh.
"How are you feeling? Is your body still uncomfortable?"
"Much better. I'm just a little weak."
Zuoqiu Feng lifted her face and said to Yang Jing.
"This must be hard on you. You can't even absorb Spiritual Qi right now."
Yang Jing stopped her roaming hand.
Zuoqiu Feng playfully stuck out her tongue.
