"Let's not talk about that now. Detoxification is urgent. Otherwise, I'm afraid your body won't handle it."
Ye Xuan sensed the atmosphere was a bit delicate and quickly spoke.
Ling Qianxue, resting her chin on her jade-like hand, blinked her curved lashes, her voice sounding gentle due to her weakness, "I'm fine, really. Just need some time to recuperate."
Ye Xuan, understanding her temperament very well, directly ignored her words, squatted down, and grabbed Ling Qianxue's white and delicate hand. He cautiously transmitted a strand of soul power into her body, explored carefully, and then withdrew it slowly.
