Watching Ling Chen leave with a heavy heart, Zhu Qing frowned slightly, a hint of worry flashing in her bright eyes. On the way back from the Nanrong Family, Ling Chen was silent, lost in thought, seemingly a completely different person from before.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Qing gritted her teeth and quickly caught up with Ling Chen's footsteps.
Back in the room, Ling Chen sat on his bed, daydreaming for a while. He took a sharp dagger out of the drawer of his bedside table. Then, he rolled up his sleeve, revealing his left arm. Taking a deep breath, he placed the dagger above his arm.
The simple way to prove if I've inherited Ling Gengqiu's mutant gene is to cut myself and see if it heals automatically.
