Although sheepish about the intensity of her unsolicited advances, Jacob did not restrain Leticia. With one hand maintaining the energy transfer, the other stood at the ready in a defensive pose in case Poison King attempted an attack.
Despite the incessant inflow of spiritual energy, it did nothing to stabilize Leticia's condition.
Jacob frowned in consternation as the effect of the drug was more potent than he had anticipated.
Poison King was livid. "I'll kill you for this, Jacob!"
I'd spent twenty years raising Leticia. Just when I'm about to reap the fruits of my labor, she's currently moaning for Jacob in his arms!
He threw a punch at Jacob but did not exert his full force behind it for fear of injuring Leticia.
He was aware of the fact that he did not have what it takes to bear the wrath of the Empyrean Sect should anything happen to her.