Once they had put some distance between themselves and Mu Heli, Quan Yun quickly tended to Cheng Hai's wound. She could not restore the arm he had lost. For now, she had to stop the bleeding while the man who had maimed him was still close enough to come after them.
"My dear, are you okay? Does it still hurt?"
"I'm fine. It's okay now. Thank you." His expression was still deathly pale, but Cheng Hai could not show his weak side to his enemy, much less in front of his woman. He got up from the ground and pointed his sword at Mu Heli, preparing to fight again.
Quan Yun knew full well what he was thinking and said: "I know you are probably blaming yourself for letting your guard down. That's why you didn't utter a single complaint about your injury. But actually, we both let our guard down, so calm yourself and fight as usual, okay? We can still do this."
She placed her warm palm on his cheek, sending her Theríon to stabilize the chaotic flow within his body.
