"It's nothing serious."
Bailuo grasped Inya's hand and pulled it out from his chest.
"Cough, cough, cough."
After coughing a few times and spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, Bailuo finally caught his breath.
Seeing her brother in such a state, even the usually carefree Inya's eyes brimmed with tears of anxiety: "Did I do this? Did I, did I hurt you like this, big brother?"
"It wasn't you, it was my doing, it has nothing to do with you."
Bailuo stroked the girl's silver hair and smiled, "It's just a scratch. It will heal on its own in a bit."
What truly concerned Bailuo wasn't the physical injury but the loss of humanity.
However, at present, he didn't feel any particular way, which suggested the side effects of humanity's absence probably wouldn't manifest so quickly.
"How are you feeling, Xiao Luo?"
His senior apprentice sister approached, her eyes filled with worry: "Can't you heal yet?"
"Not so fast."
