For a moment, Zhang Jiuri did not know whether he should comfort his own Ancestor or step in to put the wretched man on the ground out of his misery.
While he hesitated, he saw his Ancestor extend a hand, the pads of her fingers still smeared with wet, crimson blood.
"Ancestor?" Zhang Jiuri had no idea what Qingye was planning, but he had already made up his mind that he must never go out alone with the Ancestor again.
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