Qinghe, however, paid no mind to the tumultuous thoughts of those present. To her, these people were merely indifferent passersby—strangers with whom she had no connection. Their assistance or lack thereof meant little to her. Nevertheless, for those who had assisted her, whether she needed it or not, she would be grateful and repay them if given the chance.
Xiang Lanlan and her companion were squatted next to Zhang Chong, who had passed out, their smiles growing more pronounced as they observed the blood slowly seeping into the ground. The once large pool of blood had significantly diminished, seeping through the crevices between the stones on the ground. If the earth beneath were solid, the blood would not have seeped away so quickly. Clearly, there must be a void below.
