Atop the cliff, in the mountain forest.
Rong Taotao sat in the snow, his back against a large tree, letting Li Lie rip the Snow Corpse hand off his calf.
The sharp nails of the Snow Corpse's hand had dug deep into his calf, leaving several bloody holes.
Li Lie's palm was covered in a white glow. He pressed a hand to Rong Taotao's calf, slowly healing the wound, and asked with a chuckle, "How is it? Does it hurt?"
Hearing this, Rong Taotao shook his head.
It wasn't that Rong Taotao cared much about the pain. It was the content of the recent assessment that left him feeling dejected. He had been full of confidence, only to be ruthlessly crushed by reality.
Of course, Rong Taotao could withstand such a blow. It was just one failure, nothing more. He had a much grander goal. 'How could I fall here?'
Not far away, Gao Lingwei stood with her arms crossed, leaning against a tree. Watching Rong Taotao get his wounds treated, she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.
