C65 Yin Yang Combined Cultivation Technique

Ling Tianxie was constantly worried about her, his concern weighing heavily on his heart. In a restless dream, he heard her pained moans and woke up after only a brief slumber. Gazing at the moonlit, star-studded sky, he caught the sound of her soft mutterings.

"Bastard, bastard..."

By the moon's glow, Ling Tianxie observed her face, twisted in pain even in her comatose state