"Hold on tight!" His blood-stained hand gripped the Xuanji Lock on her wrist as the two of them slid down the iron chain toward the far side of the subterranean river. The light of the pursuing guards' torches flared up behind them, illuminating his face, which was as pale as paper.
Shen Xitang used her silver hairpin to pry open a hidden latch on his armor and gasped—three iron caltrops were deeply embedded in his shoulder blade, and the flesh burned by sulfur had already turned an indigo hue. "Have you lost your mind?"
She tore off a piece of her skirt and soaked it in the dark river water; the icy chill made him tremble violently.
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