The darkness dispersed. Ye Zhixing knelt on one knee, using her Peach Wood Sword to steady herself. In her other hand, she gripped a talisman tightly.
Lu Chi rushed over, himself covered in wounds, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. The surrounding area was littered with debris—shreds of clothing, bone fragments, and fine powder. Seeing this scene was truly harrowing. Ye Zhixing’s clothes were soaked in blood, her complexion a deathly, greenish-pale.
"Abbot Ye, how are you? Sit down, let me treat your wounds," he said in a low, solemn voice.
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