That dark figure was none other than Shen Haoran!
Shen Haoran lowered his head, his gaze falling upon Ji Lingxuan. Her lower body was encased in ice, and though her face was etched with pain, she still managed a smile. A pang of anguish shot through his heart, and he bent down to lift her into his arms.
"Brother Haoran, you..."
"Don't speak. I will seal the Nine Nether Qi for you!" Shen Haoran said, cutting her off. He then reached out, gently tapping her forehead with his finger. A wisp of black flame flickered at his fingertip before vanishing into her brow.
"SZZZ!" As the black flame entered Ji Lingxuan's body, the sound of melting ice echoed from within, a testament to the terrible condition she was in.
"Brace yourself. This might hurt a little," Shen Haoran said softly as he controlled the black flame.
