This elixir, even at the realm of a saint, is an extraordinary medicine, yet Zhou Yan, upon producing it, immediately popped it into his soul's mouth.
Ning'er watched Zhou Yan do this, her pretty face showing a hint of astonishment once again.
Zhou Yan's action was utterly beyond her expectations; such a Holy Soul Pill was a true Holy Medicine. This medicine, which even a saint would handle with soul power to suppress the Pill's violent soul energy, was consumed by Zhou Yan as if it were a mere bean.
Ning'er was initially worried, but she had grown somewhat numb to Zhou Yan's defy-the-heavens feats, so her lips parted slightly, yet ultimately she said nothing.
But in her beautiful gaze, love flared more intensely—her look transitioned from slight shock to contentment, pride, and triumph.
She was proud and honored to have a man like Zhou Yan.
