A loud explosion rang out, shaking the entire white space and tearing it apart, bursting into the boundless cosmos where any clumsy movement could lead to death.
"…"
Xu Mei opened her eyes. She was still alive, and her body was being supported by someone. She blinked and looked at the person who had saved her. As she did, tears began to flow from her eyes.
"Foolish... disciple..." she said in a suffering tone, pressing her head against his chest and rubbing her cheek as if trying to feel his warmth and drive away all the pain and loneliness within her.
Xie Qing froze, feeling Xu Mei's actions, and warmth rose in his heart. This feeling brought him back to his younger years.
"Damn..." the man gritted his teeth and sighed.
He channeled his Qi into her body, helping to heal her wounds. And Xu Mei, whether from exhaustion or relief, fell asleep.
Feeling her gentle breath, the Executioner looked towards the immortal who was floating in the air.
