QingWu bolted after sinking her teeth into him, leaving Xiao Chenyuan alone in the study.
The tingling sensation on his fingertip hadn't subsided, the itch spreading like wildfire, making the fine hairs on his neck and behind his ears stand on end.
For someone accustomed to the icy coldness of sinister energy, the unusual heat coursing through him was so foreign, so vivid, that it was impossible to ignore.
"Summon Situ Jing!" he barked.
Moments later, a limping, bald man shuffled into the room. Xiao Chenyuan's gaze locked onto his face—swollen and red like an over proofed bun. His lips pressed into a thin line, and he averted his eyes, his tone barely masking exasperation.
"Forget it. You may leave."
Even the cold-hearted Dread King couldn't help but feel a pang of pity at Situ Jing's sorry state, his life seemingly dangling by a thread.
