As always, in the dreamscape, Chu Xuan lay his head on Ming Yu's lap, squinting contently, letting her deal with his wounds.
At this moment, he was bare-chested, his body covered in fragments of sword wounds, each one entangled with Sword Qi, preventing easy healing.
The woman looked indifferent, "How did you end up this injured?"
As she spoke, her fingertips released streams of Spiritual Qi, precisely dispelling the Sword Qi within the wounds.
"A crazy woman did it, she's outright insane!" Chu Xuan mentioned her, his tone filled with grievance.
"One day, I'm going to capture her and teach her a lesson, make her kneel and call me 'Master'... Ah!" Chu Xuan cried out, as blood flowed from a wound on his left shoulder.
Evidently, someone had "accidentally" made a mistake while treating the wound.
"Are you sure you didn't do that on purpose?" Chu Xuan opened his eyes and asked helplessly.
