Inside the secret hall, Duan Shuang suddenly opened her eyes. At first, her beautiful eyes were filled with extreme exhaustion and a trace of lingering shock, then transformed into clarity and determination after overcoming the tribulation.
She panted heavily, her buxom chest heaving violently, fragrant sweat drenching her thin dress, clinging tightly to her exquisite figure, clearly still a bit shaken.
"Shuang'Er, stabilize your mind."
Xu Ping's gentle voice sounded.
At the same time, a pure and vast Mana, imbued with soothing and nourishing power, like a warm spring breeze, slowly flowed into Duan Shuang's body, helping her calm her surging blood and stabilize her injured mind.
Feeling that familiar and reassuring power, Duan Shuang's pounding heart gradually calmed. She looked up at Xu Ping, her eyes full of gratitude and lingering fear.
Xu Ping looked at her, his eyes showing undisguised approval, praising, "Not bad, Shuang'Er, you've made great progress."
