Amidst the ruins of the Zhu family's martial arts hall, Lin Yuan sat half on the snow, holding his right hand over the wound on his left shoulder.
Blood seeped through his fingers, making his face appear somewhat pale.
"Senior Brother."
Zhu Lingshan, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, rushed over, her expression mournful as she disregarded everything else to reach him. Seeing Lin Yuan injured, she ran to his side, crying like a weeping pear blossom.
"Junior Sister, it's just a minor wound, nothing to worry about." Lin Yuan, seeing Zhu Lingshan's sorrowful appearance, reached out to wipe away her tears.
Seeing Zhu Lingshan so upset, a trace of guilt flickered in his heart. The Sword Intent on his wound could be easily suppressed and eliminated with his profound inner power, and it wasn't as severe as he made it appear.
