In her dream, she dreamt of being buried under a blood-red tree. The roots of the tree pierced her body, the crimson tendrils entangled her, and continuously drew her blood, yet she couldn't move at all.
This wasn't the first time that she had such a dream, but this time it was particularly vivid. She felt a deep-seated uneasiness, subconsciously thinking that this nightmare might be related to the Divine Blood within her.
"What's the matter? Are you alright?" Brand asked with concern as he saw Qian close her eyes.
The red-haired girl moved slightly and immediately let out a groan of pain. She felt there must be an injury on her leg. Looking down, she saw a long gash, with blood soaking through her battle robe, staining it red.
