He did not wake up the merchant's daughter, instead casting his gaze upon Qian—this red-haired girl had completely changed in just over a week. She had lost her usual vitality and health, her face drained of color and turned pale as paper, her entire body seemed thinner as it sank into the bed, her skin becoming translucent, revealing the veins beneath.
In stark contrast to the crystal-like skin, a distinct layer of black patterns was growing up her neck, these patterns spreading over her slender neck, already extending towards her face.
Seeing Qian like this, Brand's heart sank. The Divine Blood had already started to spread. Although Char had done his best to suppress it, this tenacious lifeforce continued to advance towards her brain, unstoppable.
If this continued, by the latest tomorrow morning, there would no longer be a red-haired girl named Qian in this world.
