"No comment."
Qin Hao responded even more coldly than the white-haired elder, which made the elder grit his teeth in anger. With a face full of discontent, he turned and resentfully left.
After drinking the medicinal soup, a long-lost warmth surfaced again in Qin Hao's body. He lay back on the bed, but the feeling of agitation in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
Qin Hao tossed and turned in bed, and that sea of blood reappeared in his dreams. He spent the entire night in such a bizarre dreamscape, sometimes waking, sometimes sleeping.
The long and difficult night finally passed. Early the next morning, Qin Hao suddenly heard faint vibrations coming from the wall.
His injuries had slightly improved, but in his current vulnerable position, his senses were exceptionally sharp, and he was constantly on edge.
