Little Ru was adorable and petite. She looked like she was in her teens and spoke naively and candidly. However, her maturity and her prowess as an Exterior practitioner made her all the more intriguing.
Rolling in the pile of bloodied gravel, she covered her head and moaned with anguish.
Meng Qi was about to check when he realized that Little Ru's moans weakened as her convulsions slowed. There were no fluctuations with her aura. She seemed to have recovered. Meng Qi could not help but marvel at her abilities.
"Are you all right, Little Ru?" Meng Qi asked curiously, seeing that Little Ru was no longer suffering from the pain.
The details had not escape Meng Qi's notice, despite the heat of the battle. He knew that her headache began when he used the "I, the Unique and Righteous" with his sword. Her injury had not occured in battle.
