Ling Tianyu hurriedly rose to his feet, as if something had come to mind. He carefully helped Duan Yanran up, sat cross-legged behind her, and checked the Spiritual Power within his body. On the way back, he had only recovered a scant layer, far from enough to utilize.
In The City, Spiritual Power was so scarce it was pitiful; only by going deep into the mountains could one hope for a quick recovery, and even that wasn't certain to happen within a day.
Ling Tianyu, who had been holding on to hope, suddenly felt it dissipate like smoke, filling him with frustration. When he needed Spiritual Power, there was none, and when he didn't, it was utterly useless.
"Damn heavens, are you playing with me?" Ling Tianyu looked out the window at the sky, cursing the gods in his heart, feeling as if they were completely against him.
But what could he do after cursing? Having finally thought of a solution, with a glimmer of hope he had to act, he must act; Duan Yanran absolutely could not die.