The light inside the room was somewhat dim.
A few faint slivers of light struggled through the cracks in the window,
spilling onto the floor and casting a patchwork of shadows.
Xia Chengli's gaze inadvertently fell upon Yumizakura's battered figure.
A flash of surprise flickered deep in his eyes—gone in an instant, yet clearly discernible.
Xia Chengli knew full well that Yumizakura was far from ordinary.
Especially the ancient techniques she commanded, passed down from the Nine-tailed Demon Fox clan,
were devious and unpredictable, making them impossible to guard against.
This meant that when facing danger, her ability to protect herself far exceeded her offensive capabilities.
For Yumizakura, this normally confident and powerful being,
to be so grievously injured—how could Xia Chengli not be shocked and bewildered?
On Yumizakura's shoulder, a ghastly wound gaped open menacingly,
like the bloody maw of a ferocious beast.
