One heavenly tribulation after another struck Qhianqhian violently. Her clothes had already turned to dust and vanished in the wind. Her originally fair and tender skin became a bloodied mess, unbearable to look at, with old scabs not yet healed and new wounds forming.
Layer upon layer of blood wrapped around Qhianqhian entirely, disguising her true appearance. Her hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes had been rendered fragile by the heavenly tribulation. While her unclothed body should have been full of allure to the onlookers, it only evoked their pity.
As the tribulation clouds dispersed, Luo Shufan also fell to his knees, his face full of guilt, with his sword discarded to the side.
He had always believed that men shouldn't cry easily, but at this moment, he finally understood the rest of the saying: only when deeply hurt.
