Only using White Cauldron Breath to treat such extensive head congestion was already a difficult task.
Not to mention, Ye Lingyue was also multitasking, using both Black Cauldron Breath and White Cauldron Breath simultaneously. This meant that she was expending double the effort, and one can only imagine the difficulty.
Little Zhiyo reminded Ye Lingyue that time was running out and the imperial feast was about to end.
Yet, the black spots on Feng Lan's head had not completely cleared.
The minutes and seconds ticked by, and the sand in the Time Hourglass dwindled.
Inside Chuyun Palace, the imperial feast was nearing its conclusion.
Both Feng Xun and Little Wuya grew anxious as Ye Lingyue had still not returned.
"Prince Feng, my Illusion form cannot hold on much longer," Little Wuya said nervously, as she had yet to receive the signal from Ye Lingyue for her to leave, and Little Zhiyo was also silent.
