It was clearly visible.
The entire herb garden was filled with a multi-colored radiance from the lightning strike.
Everyone was utterly shaken.
The scene was truly inconceivable.
Only Shen Lingxue subconsciously glanced over and saw it. Jiang Xinghai, who had been deep in meditative cultivation, now had his face twisted in a violent grimace.
It seemed as if he was struggling to break free from some kind of shackles, reaching the most critical moment.
"You have to be okay!" Shen Lingxue couldn't help but cry out.
Jiang Xinghai, having withdrawn his consciousness, was originally unaware of everything happening in the outside world.
But after the two successive bolts of lightning, his focus wavered for an instant, allowing him to perceive the situation outside.
Yan Qingshan and the others blocking his enemies at the cost of their lives, Shen Lingxue fearlessly guarding him up close—a powerful wave of gratitude and respect washed over him.
