"Ling Yanshui." Qing Yu looked down at the woman lying quietly on the ground.
Everything tonight was for this woman.
Yun Wuyue sought to seize her "cultivation body," while the Jiang Family intended to abduct her. Before this night, both parties had surely made extensive preparations.
"There's a great secret here..." Qing Yu narrowed his eyes, one hand supporting his right elbow across his chest, while his right hand subconsciously...
"Uh..."
Qing Yu looked at his right hand, still smeared with bloodstains, and slowly moved it away from his chin.
He had almost forgotten that his right hand was still injured.
"It needs to be healed as quickly as possible," Qing Yu muttered to himself as he looked at his sinister-looking right hand.
The ninth day of the first lunar month was approaching; if his right hand wasn't healed by then, it would be difficult to don the predetermined disguise.
