The armed train crossed the Donghuang border line that night, and it wasn't until midday the next day that it returned.
Gripping his right hand, his brows furrowed, as if enduring something.
He Jie was the first to approach, seeing his state with some curiosity, "Resolved?"
Su Huan shook his head and opened his right hand to him, revealing a mark like it had been burned by a soldering iron, forming the shape of a demon's head, without features, only delicate edge lines, but even with just a few strokes, it outlined an elegant shape.
"What is this?"
He Jie's face turned solemn, even showing a bit of tension.
Never mind Su Huan's Tier Four non-human physique; such a degree of burn would heal overnight on him.
"I wanted to squeeze him to death, but ended up getting burned."
Su Huan's tone was indifferent, cold light brewed in his eyes.
