Chu Qiao stood up. The pain within her body was bearable, then the dizzy spell that originated from her fever hit her like a torrent. She had already not eaten for one day and one night, and her face was as white as fresh snow. She steadied herself against a tree and took a few deep breaths to get a grip, before turning towards the dense forest.
"You are leaving just like that?" Zhuge Yue raised his eyebrows and lifted his foot, intending to follow her. Just as he did, Chu Qiao suddenly turned back, and with a whooshing sound, a white flash took to the air. Like an agile sparrow, Zhuge Yue's left foot released a burst of strength, and he lept into the sky. The white flash grazed his face. With a buzz, it bore into a thick rock. Strands of hair floated down and Zhuge Yue's left cheek was left with a small inconspicuous white line. Only a moment later, the white mark seeped out a crimson red liquid. Thin and straight, it was like a razer that had cut through paper.
