Inside the room, Pei Yuhang cast aside any thought of the impropriety between men and women. He gently peeled away Qing Yueqiu's clothes, which were so soaked in blood he couldn't tell if it was her own or from the Demon Race.
The young woman's skin, as clear and translucent as an egg white, was covered in wounds of all sizes and stained with blood. Pei Yuhang carefully took a towel dipped in hot water and wiped her dirtied body clean.
The smaller wounds were less of a concern. Thanks to a Cultivator's powerful constitution, they had already begun to heal on their own. Some had even closed completely, with tender new pink skin growing over them.
But the wound oozing dark green blood was as gruesome as ever. Poisonous blood flowed from it without stopping, turning the young woman's face as white as snow.
How did your great disciple end up like this? This is just awful...
