The visitor appeared extremely disheveled and incredibly miserable.
His clothing was already soaked with blood, especially his face, which had been sliced open by a blade, revealing flipped flesh covered seemingly with some sort of medicine to help stem bleeding and promote healing.
It was clearly not done out of goodwill, but rather to prolong his torment.
The gray-clothed old man, Xing Shan, seeing this, couldn't help but slightly darken his expression, releasing the middle-aged man's sword and saying to him:
"That child is fine, what's on his face isn't fatal. It will dissipate on its own in at most an hour; you need not worry."
The middle-aged man was taken aback, instinctively asking:
"How do you know?"
Xing Shan glanced at him, making the middle-aged man immediately feel he had misspoken. He hurriedly cupped his fists and said:
"Thank you for your guidance, senior."
True or false, the truth would be evident in an hour.
