The method at hand was indeed the only way to save Mo Zhenting, but he had two choices. He knew Dugu Qianye would definitely come to save Mo Zhenting, but he didn't expect her to trust him this much! She must have considered the consequences, yet she still went forward.
Jiang Yu struggled internally, while Dugu Qianye was struggling within Mo Zhenting's sea of consciousness as well. She felt the suction force growing stronger, but she no longer had the strength to contend with it. Finally, she was pulled into midair and quickly flew toward the center of the storm. Just as she was about to reach the edge of the storm, she suddenly disappeared.
"Ugh." Jiang Yu withdrew the Spiritual Mist, slumped to the ground, and watched the person on the bed with a pale face.
Dugu Qianye slowly opened her eyes, glanced at Jiang Yu, and asked, "Are you alright?"
Jiang Yu's face was now as pale as his silver hair. All of his Spiritual Mist had been drained. Even a child could easily kill him now.