That evening, Qi Xiang pulled Gu Xi aside and rubbed her wrists.
There were too many injured people. She and Gu Xi had been busy all afternoon, cleaning and bandaging wounds without a moment's break, not even for a sip of water. By now, her wrists were sore and aching, feeling like they didn't even belong to her.
And yet, some people…
Qi Xiang nudged Gu Xi with her elbow and glanced at the newly constructed temporary, private resting room across from them. "Her Ladyship is certainly particular," she said pointedly.
Inside the private resting room, Ye Nan was absorbing Crystal Cores to replenish her Abnormal Energy. Her face was abnormally pale and weak, likely from having overexerted her powers earlier.
But Qi Xiang felt instinctively that something was wrong. 'Since when did absorbing Crystal Cores become such a delicate process for ability users? Did she really need a private room for it?'
'So what are the combat-types supposed to do in the middle of a battle?'
