As soon as they left the Flower Palace, Yang Ye immediately fainted and fell from the sky. Right when he was about to descend to the ground, a wave of fragrance blew over as he felt himself falling in a soft embrace before he lost consciousness completely.

An Nanjing’s brows were knit together slightly as she gazed at Yang Ye who rested in her arms, and she said, “I hope that technique which forcefully raised your cultivation won’t harm your foundation. Otherwise, it would really ...