"It's none of your business."
Huo Tianqing said with a cold snort, reaching out to push Bai Nian away.
But blood flowed down from his palm, rising from Bai Nian's body to his own.
"Don't move rashly," Bai Nian said, his voice not changing in the slightest.
Determined, firm, just like who he was—seemingly never one to back down.
Huo Tianqing indeed stopped moving and just watched Bai Nian.
"You're bleeding."
The pungent smell of blood pervaded the air.
Blood also flowed from Bai Nian, onto Huo Tianqing.
It almost instantly stained both of their clothes red.
"It's just a scratch, no big deal," Bai Nian said, struggling to stand up.
"You hate the smell of blood, but now, just endure it for a bit."
Huo Tianqing stayed silent, just looking at Bai Nian.
Right at the back of Bai Nian's shoulder, a steel rod was deeply embedded in his body.
Almost piercing through his left shoulder.
The blood was flowing from there, continuously, with no signs of stopping.
