Today, he did not wear a mask, and in the stillness of the night, that face appeared as dreamlike beauty, with exquisite features, a slightly pointed chin, and skin so pale it seed nearly translucent, giving it an unreal sensation, as if it were a sculpture of ice and snow.
Perhaps because his eyes were closed, the chill of deathly silence surrounding him diminished, gentled by a hint of warmth.
The sound of hurried footsteps ca from outside the cave, and Ye Wushang’s long lashes fluttered slightly, yet he did not open his eyes.
Monts later, a slender and tall female figure appeared within the cave, holding a bundle of branches and dry wood in one arm, while the other carried a pouch of herbs and wild fruits.
After entering the cave, she glanced at Ye Wushang, swiftly put down the firewood, and took out a fire starter from her bosom, expertly lighting a fire.
Then she took out the wild fruits, handed them to Ye Wushang, and softly said, "Wushang, I picked these in the forest. Have so to eat."
However, Ye Wushang sat there unmoving, as if he were a lifeless ice sculpture, seemingly not having heard her words, his eyes not even flickering open.
Qi Yexue seed long accustod to his nature, remained unbothered, placing the fruits aside, and took out the herbs, opening a water pouch to wet a corner of a cloth.
"Wushang, let help treat your wounds first."
As she spoke, Qi Yexue leaned over, raising her hand intending to lift his garnts.
Ye Wushang suddenly opened his eyes, grabbing hold of her wrist, those eyes as pure and hollow as glass, devoid of any warmth, looked at her.
Even though Qi Yexue was used to the edge of the blade and blood, being stared at so coldly made her heart skip a beat, sending an involuntary chill throughout her body.
She lowered her gaze slightly to her hand, her delicate brows furrowed gently, "Wushang, you are hurting , I just want to help treat your wounds."
Ye Wushang looked at her for a mont, coldly released his grip, and chillingly uttered two words:
"No need."
After speaking, he closed his eyes again, leaning against the stone wall behind him, feigning sleep, exuding a coldness that kept people thousands of miles at bay.
Qi Yexue looked at her wrist, marked with a red bruise, a faint sadness flickering in her eyes, "Wushang, if your wounds are not treated in ti, they might worsen."
"I just collected so herbs, can’t you let at least take a look? Please? At the very least, the wounds need to be cleaned, and the bleeding stopped."
Ye Wushang did not open his eyes to look at her, he only coldly said, "It has nothing to do with you."
Qi Yexue couldn’t help but sigh softly, "You’re always like this, isolating yourself from everyone’s concern, letting no one into your world. But..."
"If you don’t take care of your body, how are you going to fulfill the task given by the master? You saw it yourself, Lin Wanyue is surrounded by nurous experts, how can you talk about killing her easily?"
"We’re almost at the final deadline set by the master, how do you plan to kill her with these new and old wounds on you? If you still fail..."
Thinking of those cruel and inhumane punishnts, Qi Yexue couldn’t help but clench her fists until her knuckles turned white before slowly loosening them again.
"Wushang, you must heal first, then we can find a way to finish her in one strike."
"If you don’t want to help you, I’ll leave the herbs and water here, you can deal with it yourself. I’ll wait outside for you."
After saying that, Qi Yexue looked at him for a while. Seeing no sign of him speaking, she could only sigh, leave the items behind, and then walk out of the cave.
...
At the outskirts of the capital, Water Pavilion.
Within the secret chamber, Nangong Mo was enduring the agony of the Nine Netherworld Curse’s onset.
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