Chapter 889: Miracle
Rongxi took a step and flew towards the canyon.
If we don't get her out of here soon, she'll really be beyond saving!
Hua Ling let Rong Xi go, standing motionless in place, his flawless snow-white robe almost blending into the swirling snow.
Just then, Rongxi suddenly saw a figure appear in front of him—it was Ye Fei!
She gripped the Holy Dragon Blood-Weeping Spear tightly in her left hand and slowly walked towards the canyon exit. Her braid had long since come undone, and her hair was blown about by the cold wind, but it couldn't hide the coldness and determination on her face.
Her white battle robe was stained with patches of dried blood, and blood dripped from the tip of her spear from time to time, leaving a shocking trail on the snowy road behind her.
Rongxi stopped in his tracks, staring blankly as the girl walked towards him step by step, feeling as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer.
She actually managed to break through?
Recalling his childhood, it would take him a full month to emerge from this canyon, which was fraught with endless dangers.
But she... really only took fifteen days...
Ye Fei walked up to Rong Xi, raised her eyes, and said coldly, "You're out."
Rongxi's lips trembled slightly, and for a moment she couldn't utter a single word.
Ye Fei waited for a long time but didn't hear Rong Xi say anything. Her delicate eyebrows rose slightly, and she was about to speak when suddenly everything went blurry before her eyes, and she uncontrollably fell onto the snow.
Rongxi finally reacted and instinctively reached out to hug her, but a flash of red light appeared, and a pair of hands steadied Yefei even faster than he could.
Before their eyes came a handsome young man, whose appearance was indistinguishable from that of a human, but whose fiery red fox demon eyes revealed his true identity.
Rongxi exclaimed in surprise: "The Mysterious Fire Fox?"
Liu Yan picked up the unconscious Ye Fei in his arms and said expressionlessly, "No need to trouble you."
Rongxi glanced at Ye Fei, whose face was pale and weak, but ultimately said nothing.
Hua Ling saw Liu Yan carrying Ye Fei as they walked over, and the corners of her lips curled up.
Indeed, she truly can create extraordinary miracles.
With a flick of her slender fingers, the golden brush appeared in her hand. The painting spirit waved the brush a few times in the air, and the fairyland in the painting reappeared in this icy and snowy land.
Unlike the cold outside, the temperature in this world is very pleasant, with small bridges, flowing water, bamboo groves, and pavilions, creating a beautiful and tranquil landscape.
Rongxi looked around, staring at the painting spirit with surprise: "What kind of magic is this?"
"This is not magic."
Hua Ling chuckled softly, then turned to look at Liu Yan: "Rong Xi's Ice Palace is too cold. Let her stay in a warm place and sleep peacefully."
Liu Yan gave Hua Ling a deep look, said nothing more, and carried Ye Fei straight toward the pavilion deep in the bamboo forest.
*
When Ye Fei woke up, it was two days after she had been unconscious.
She opened her eyes and looked around—this was… the world within the painting of the Painting Spirit.
Liu Yan transformed into a small beast and nestled beside her pillow, closing her eyes to rest. Sensing that her contractor had woken up, she lazily opened her eyes and asked, "Master, did you rest well?"
Ye Fei sat up, all the soreness and fatigue gone: "How long have I been asleep?"
"Two days."
Ye Fei breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, it wasn't too late.
Liu Yan looked at Ye Fei and asked softly, "Master, have you made up your mind?"
Ye Fei scooped Liu Yan into her arms, stroking its soft fur, a glint of light flashing in her eyes: "Hmm, I've thought it through."
She decided to become an apprentice.
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