What does such a formidable person want to do in the Human Realm?!
The barrier made with blood requires considerable essence from the Barrier Master. The man was already badly injured, and his old wounds hadn't healed before new ones added on. Under the black mask, his exquisite face was pale, covered in cold sweat, his brain dizzy, almost causing him to lose his balance.
Once he steadied himself, he closed his eyes, shook his dizzy head lightly, composed himself behind once more before opening his eyes, and immediately turned to check Wen Xiao'ai's condition.
He didn't even glance at his own wrist, which continued to bleed profusely.
The man bent down and reached out to support Wen Xiao'ai, his urgent words following: "Yingying, are you okay? Where are you hurt?"
whenever he sees her, he always instinctively calls out her name.
Even though a millennium has passed, it remains the same.
