"Mei... Mei Qingchen, is that you?"
Su Muyao softly called out for Mei Qingchen.
But no matter how she called, there was no response.
Su Muyao could only step forward and reach out to touch his body.
Only then did she discover that the Golden Leopard's body was extremely cold, as if it was about to freeze solid.
She couldn't even feel his breath.
"Mei Qingchen, please don't be hurt."
"Wake up, I'm Su Muyao, it's me..."
Su Muyao's heart clenched tightly.
She spoke with a choked voice while soothing him with her spiritual power.
Not only that, she hugged him tightly, trying to warm him with her own warmth.
She continuously poured spiritual power into his body.
Su Muyao even smelled a peculiar and strange fragrance.
Without Su Muyao's notice, the black lines on the Golden Leopard faded significantly.
Soon after, the Golden Leopard's form constantly shifted and stretched, finally transforming into a tall, slender man.
