The explosion was quite powerful, with cauldron pieces shattered into various sizes.
Cleaning up those tiny cauldron fragments was especially difficult.
After finally removing Feng Xun's outer robe, he remained silent, but his forehead was covered in sweat.
Looking at Feng Xun's back, which was completely unblemished, Ye Lingyue's nose tingled with emotion, and she pretended to be angry as she reproached him.
"Next time you encounter this kind of situation, don't stand in front of me."
Ye Lingyue regretted it greatly; she should have told Feng Xun earlier that she had Hong Meng Heaven and the Qian Cauldron to protect her, and even if faced with an explosion, she could emerge unscathed.
She didn't need him, nor was she willing, to let him shield her with his flesh and blood.
After saying that, Ye Lingyue bit her tongue at her words about 'next time.'
This time was already difficult enough, how could there possibly be a next time?
