Su Bingshuan, quietly leaning against Ye Chenfeng's embrace, originally thought she was doomed to die, but the scene of wandering souls being continuously flung away deeply shook her heart. Her gaze fell on Ye Chenfeng, enveloped in colorful light, and perhaps for a fleeting moment, this fairy untouched by human smoke felt a stirring of affection towards Ye Chenfeng.
And Shui Menghan, who was also held by Ye Chenfeng, her eyes sparkled with admiration. Her worship of her brother Ye had reached a height unmatched by anyone else. In other words, if anyone dared speak ill of Ye Chenfeng in front of her now, she might fight to the death with them.
As for the two female disciples of Wanyue Pavilion behind Ye Chenfeng, they hadn't been killed by the wandering souls, but their clothes were in tatters, and they swallowed desperately, trying to get closer to Ye Chenfeng. They knew that only within the colorful light was the safest place.
