Zhang Ruochen withdrew his palm slowly and let out a long breath. Then, he sat down cross-legged with the Godstone in his hand. He absorbed the divine Qi inside the Godstone and recovered the power that had been consumed in his body.
Lord Xia Yu was still sitting in the same place. Her blue feather robe was soaked in sweat. Her delicate and pale face was still wet with tears, and her delicate body was trembling slightly.
Guilt, self-blame, resentment, and all kinds of negative emotions that tortured her still filled her heart.
Zhang Ruochen cruelly tore open the memory that she did not want to recall the most. It was bloody and presented in front of her. Everything seemed to have happened just now.
Supreme Saint Yi Xuan and Gu Chenzi were very anxious. They wanted to know whether they had succeeded or failed?
However, they had never seen Lord Xia Yu so weak and sad. They did not dare to ask her.