Ding Huan woke to find Wen Zhixi cultivating with a faint sense of crisis enveloping him. His Immortal Essence was almost gone, and his Divine Will could only extend about ten feet.
Intuition told Ding Huan someone was approaching.
First, he put away the iron pot, then glanced at the Low Grade Immortal Spirit Vein beside him, inwardly chastising Wen Zhixi for her carelessness.
Planting Immortal Spirit Veins for cultivation, who does it this way?
He struggled to inscribe several Moving Array Patterns and took away the nearby Immortal Spirit Vein.
As soon as he removed the Immortal Spirit Vein and the iron pot, Ding Huan felt a bout of darkness sweep before his eyes, and he could barely croak, "Zhixi…"
His voice was too faint, Wen Zhixi did not notice.
Ding Huan stopped cultivating, and Wen Zhixi's grasp on the Heaven and Earth Dao immediately went fuzzy.
