After the wound was bandaged, the busy crowd finally got a chance to rest. They leaned against the cabin walls, each of them panting with lingering fear, their hands and feet trembling intermittently.
As long as he was not infected, Luoer's injury was not too severe and could be controlled with proper treatment to prevent major bleeding. Luoer leaned against the cabin wall, took a deep breath, and his complexion finally looked much healthier.
Tangmo was crouched by his right side, weeping non-stop. Luoer lightly patted her back, silently comforting her. Just then, he remembered the prophecy's predictions and looked at Baiyue to his left with a complicated expression.
Baiyue was kneeling on the ground, her head lowered as she cleaned up the medical supplies and bloodstains. Even though he couldn't see her face, Luoer could tell from her slightly trembling hands that she was worried.
