The woman stared with wide, unblinking eyes.
"Ling Shao," she ran toward him the moment she saw the state he was in.
"I'm fine. There's no need to worry, Hua Ling," Ling Shao placed a hand on her shoulder to reassure her.
"What happened to you? What's with all this blood?" Hua Ling couldn't hide her concern.
Ling Shao's condition was terrible—not just because of the wounds themselves, but because of what might have caused them.
There was no sinner out there capable of doing this to him.
Even if all the outlaws gathered and attacked together, they would still lose without a doubt.
So what could have brought him to this state?
Did he clash with one of the other three commanders?
Did they all join forces against him?
Or… was it the ruler himself who did this?
A storm of thoughts crashed through Hua Ling's mind.
Ling Shao smiled calmly. "I'll tell you what happened, but let's go upstairs first."
Hua Ling stepped forward to support him, but he declined.
"No need," he said.
