The atmosphere inside the pavilion became somewhat stagnant for a moment.

Chen Yang opened his mouth.

The words "Thank you for saving my life" rolled around in his throat but refused to come out.

Thinking about how the person in front of him was one of Zhao Yanran's Dao companions, someone who had been intimate with her, Chen Yang felt a suffocating blockage in his chest, a mix of humiliation and resentment overshadowing the relief of surviving a disaster.