A moment later, Ling Xiao withdrew his murderous gaze, and only then did the red-robed warrior catch his breath, realizing his clothes were completely soaked.
Ling Xiao didn't look at him again; instead, he walked over and handed Lan Yu'er a medicinal pill, saying, "Sister Lan, I'm late. I'm sorry."
Duan Yun stood there, feeling completely ignored.
He had always been confident, otherwise he wouldn't have suggested staying here to guard Ling Xiao from the Blood Skeleton.
The more confident and prouder a person was, the less they could tolerate being ignored.
At this moment, he wanted to teach Ling Xiao a lesson even more than the red-robed warrior did.
However, the piercing pain from his finger forced him to focus on healing as soon as possible.
It seemed that only a finger had been broken, but one must not underestimate Ji Mingkong's Sword Intent. If not expelled immediately, it could cause serious trouble.
