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Chao Yi let out a slow breath; once he felt a little strength returning, he carefully undressed and lowered his head to look.
The night was deep, and he was in dense forest; Chao Yi couldn't see the wound on his chest at all, but he could feel that his injury was serious.
"Fu Hanwen!"
The gloomy voice tore through the silence over the mountaintop, startling flocks of birds into flight.
Chao Yi's face changed slightly; he hurriedly cut off his shout lest he reveal his whereabouts.
The wound itself wasn't what hit Chao Yi the hardest; what he found most unacceptable was that scene before he left the Cao Residence.
He was sure he hadn't been seeing things. He had clearly seen that drop of pale red blood shot through with white at the tip of Qin Xiaoruo's finger!
How could Qin Xiaoruo possibly be the true heir of the Witch God?
He didn't want to believe it was real, but this was not the time to lie to himself; he had no way to deny it.
