But when Han Soi's scream echoed through the room, Feng Yanshen snapped out of his darkness. He saw Yue Yue's pale, unconscious face, and his instincts took over.
Without a word, he jumped into the water. He did not care about his holy white robes getting soaked. He reached out and, with a strength that brooked no argument, snatched Yue Yue's limp body away from Han Soi.
Han Soi was still crying and tried to pull her back, but the High Priest was faster. Feng Yanshen saw the egg slipping from her hands.
He caught it firmly, his palms wrapping around the smooth, warm shell for just a second before he shoved it into Han Soi's chest.
"Hold the egg!" Feng Yanshen commanded in a voice of pure authority.
Before Han Soi could even process what was happening, the High Priest had already lifted Yue Yue out of the water.
He pulled a dry, thick robe from the side and wrapped her in it, cradling her gently like she was made of the finest glass.
