Outside, the wind and snow howled, while inside the ancient temple was dim.
Ao Ying lit a lamp of Primordial Fire, helping Xie Xuanyi and gently leaning him against the seat in front of the statue.
"This wound is far too severe..."
She took out a clean silk cloth, cautiously wiping the sweat that seeped from Xie Xuanyi's forehead, her movements slow and extremely careful.
Ao Ying felt a sense of powerlessness.
Because Xie Xuanyi's injuries were truly horrifying.
She could do nothing.
At this stage, wiping his sweat seemed the only useful thing she could do.
"It's alright, being alive is enough."
Xie Xuanyi smiled self-deprecatingly.
"Would it be better to cut away this flesh?"
Ao Ying looked at Xie Xuanyi's chest, pondering for a while before speaking through clenched teeth.
The flesh had already been burned to charcoal.
There seemed to be an invisible flame burning there.
She knew.
