Big Bird, carrying Ha Ha, left the battlefield amid Qicai's envious gaze.
Jing Bai stayed, guarding a few Fierce Beasts as they recovered from their injuries, before leaving with them later.
On the other hand, Fu Yunhe, who was dragged away by Nian Shutong, kept staring at his own wrist.
He looked at the hand that didn't belong to him, its delicate touch, soft texture, and seemingly cool temperature which caused him a burning sensation.
"Fu Yunhe, are you seriously injured?"
Nian Shutong turned around with concern, checking him over from head to toe.
"Your pulse is racing too fast!"
"And, do you have a fever? Your face is so red? Your palms are quite hot too."
At this moment, Nian Shutong had already touched Fu Yunhe's forehead with one hand and felt the temperature of his palm.
This is too hot!
Could it be an internal injury?
Nian Shutong had pulled Fu Yunhe onto Shadowless, activated the autopilot, and proceeded to take his pulse.
"There's no internal injury..."
