"Let's leave it at this for now. Once the wounds heal, we'll fix everything else, one piece at a time." Li Huowang's words made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
Looking at the blood-soaked Li Huowang in front of her, Chun Xiaoman finally couldn't hold it in any longer. She turned away, collapsed to the ground, and began vomiting violently again. There was hardly anything left in her stomach from the first two rounds; now she could only throw up clear liquid.
Bai Lingmiao's trembling hands stroked Li Huowang's black hair over and over. Her eyes were filled with tears, but the words were caught in her throat.
"Why are you crying? You should be smiling! None of us died. Not only did we get the Black Taisui, but we also caught a captive—this is fantastic news!"
"And Miaomiao, look at my face. If you ever get tired of it, you can change it, you know." Li Huowang tried to wink and make a face at her, forcing a grin.
