Seeing Luo Fei's worried expression, Wen Shu felt a trace of warmth in her heart. She shook her head, held the hand on her shoulder, and reassured, "I'm fine, he didn't hurt me."
Saying that, she lifted the piston on her palm, "Luo Fei, I need your help."
She originally planned to melt it in the city, risking alerting the enemy, but she didn't expect Luo Fei to come...
Though her tone was light, Luo Fei's tightly wound heart had yet to calm down.
But seeing her urgency, thinking of Yasen City's situation, he raised his hand to take it, igniting a cluster of ghostly blue flames in his palm.
The piston melted into molten iron in his hand, and he seemed unaware of the heat, molding it into four small, uneven magnetic stone balls.
"What else do you need me to do?"
He asked softly, and just at that moment, Wen Shu looked up, and in a brief instant, the faint firelight illuminated their eyes.
