In front of the bed in the stone chamber, Chu Yi looked at the still unconscious Chu Zhan with some hesitation.
An idea struck him, and he took out the Soul Slayer Sword.
"What are you doing?" Chu He seemed to guess something, her eyes sharpening urgently.
With a carefree smile, Chu Yi raised the Soul Slayer Sword, poised to break his own arm.
After all, there was a gap between human and beast, and Chu Zhan's injuries were too severe. If anything went wrong, Chu Zhan might lose his life, so for now, let him be the guinea pig.
"No way!" Chu He quickly grabbed the hilt of the sword.
"Better hurt me instead." Chu Yi was about to treat Chu Zhan's injuries; it was not the time to sustain new wounds.
"It should be me!" Chu Yi insisted, not backing down in the slightest.
Hiss!
Just then, a faint glint of a sword flashed to the side.
