However—
His arm seemed to have been slashed by some sharp weapon, and although it had been roughly stopped from bleeding, the swollen flesh that was almost turning outwards looked terrifying, surrounded by shades of purple and blue.
Shaohua's brows tightened.
Upon seeing him like this, Diao's expression changed, "How did you get injured? Chu Yin, come quickly, have a look at Lord Yun's wound."
Chu Yun must be very popular in the Icefield Tribe, as his return had drawn a warm welcome from all the tribespeople.
Shaohua frowned slightly, finding it strange how Chu Yin seemed uninterested.
Chu Yin was too peculiar; her outward gentleness seemed starkly out of place, her eyes actually carrying a cold indifference, showing earnestness only towards Che Nan, and even dismissing Chu Yun, who was highly regarded in the tribe.
When Chu Yun saw that Chu Yin was about to touch him, he stepped back. He didn't see Shaohua standing behind the crowd and spoke indifferently, "No need."
