John closed his eyes to conserve energy, not wanting to talk to the deaf anymore.
Gongsun Ce's Nirvana Flame gradually extinguished. Just before his Phantom Spirit Armor vanished, he fashioned a white robe for himself, successfully avoiding a horrifying nude debacle.
"Ssss..."
Familiar pain and weakness washed over him like a tide. Gongsun Ce stumbled and fell to the ground.
The world before his eyes blurred, and his heartbeat slowed down. His brain throbbed painfully as if it was being squashed. He wanted to sleep, close his eyes—he was completely burned out, like raw materials drained of their juice, reduced to mere dregs.
Gongsun Ce shook his head and turned to look. The girl lying beside him seemed to have been awoken by the commotion; her dark eyes looked intently at him.
"I'm so tired," Qin Qianbai said. "I don't want to move."
Gongsun Ce couldn't help but grin. "Shall I carry you?"
"Mm."
