The chaos of the night finally passed, the East sky revealed a fish-belly pale, soon the sun would break through the horizon. Jiu Mo sat on the soft couch of the adjacent compartment, watching Tu Jin stand with arms crossed at the door, couldn't help but ask: "Your injuries, are they a problem?"
He fought the White Bear for a long time, his flesh bearing numerous scars, even in his human form several terrifying, fierce wounds clung to him. Despite the amazing self-healing ability of the Qishou, his clothes were still slowly seeping blood. Though these wounds weren't fatal, they could cause immense pain.
Tu Jin moved his lips: "They're a problem. Help me apply medicine." Suddenly, he felt a stir in his heart; in the past, Ning Xiaoxian, no matter how exhausted after battle, would heal his injuries. This time, however, she seemed to ignore his wounds, could she be leaving this opportunity to Jiu Mo?
