“Ah Zu?” Yu Yanluo called out several times, but there was no response. She sounded as if she were half-sobbing. She couldn't wait any longer. She took out her World Painting and covered her head. Then, her eyes flickered with red light, her hair flying around as she seemed about to transform into her most powerful state.

She was just about to go in when a figure appeared, calling out, “Don’t go in, don’t go in!”

Yu Yanluo quickly closed her eyes when she heard Zu An’s familiar voice. When she opened her eyes again, they were back to their original color. She asked, “You’re… you’re fine, right?” She grabbed his arm and looked around. She saw that there were already several tears around his clothes, asking, “You’re wounded?”

“I’m fine,” Zu An replied with a chuckle. He brought up his ruined sleeves for her to see. “My skin underneath is still just as soft as usual.”

Yu Yanluo wiped her tears and tugged on him gently, replying, “What kind of situation are we in already? And yet you’re still in the mood to joke around?”

Zu An...