He had not touched her hands in vain.
Both of them sat cross-legged facing each other. With his head lowered, Ai Hui’s left hand held Shi Xueman’s right hand and his right hand grasped the hilt of his sword. Small, fragmented lightning streaks swam around his body. Every now and then, a cracking sound would pop off.
Opposite him, Shi Xueman’s eyes were tightly shut, her face was flushed, and traces of mist rose from her body.
Ai Hui’s solution wasn’t very complicated. He directed the sword cloud in his body to Shi Xueman’s five residences and eight palaces. The lightning attribute of the sword cloud could remove elemental energy.
This solution carried a very huge risk as well as side effects.