After a few minutes of dashing ahead with the fastest speed he can muster while feeling strangely energetic and powerful the entire, Ren Yuan has finally arrived at where the sound of fighting was currently happening.
And in the split second of passing a rather thick tree that has been blocking the whole scene, Ren Yuan has surprisingly stop-dead over his running after finally seeing the current situation right before his very eyes which have widened in an unbelievable manner, unable to explain the chaotic emotion he is currently feeling in that moment on.
"... W..Whitey?"
Directly before Ren Yuan was a person no longer wearing a white snow robe over his small thin body since it has long been soaked up by the glaringly crimson blood which turned into a blood-red dark robe, while in the back of Ren Yuan mind, he was unable to stop himself from being bothered if those blood mostly belong to the young man.
