Ye Chen's thoughts were heavy, much like the rain tonight, which while not heavy, was piercingly cold.
The Red Demonic Spirit surely knew what he was thinking and said, "Speculating is useless. If you really want to help them, then first find a way to heal yourself."
Ye Chen drank a cup of strong liquor, feeling like a ball of fire streaming down his throat. It was precisely this burning sensation that vaguely reassured him that his body was still his own.
"But it's not all bad news, there is some good news that you should know about. The group of people from the Immortal City Sect who were captured have been rescued."
Ye Chen looked towards the Red Demonic Spirit, seemingly still in disbelief.
"I'm not lying to you, your first love has also been rescued."
Ye Chen chuckled and said, "Don't talk nonsense, she's not my first love."
"Dare you say that Qing'er isn't your first love?"
"Do you want a drink?"