"He has lost a lot of blood and sustained internal injuries, but he should be fine." After checking Baili Han's injuries, Ling Chuxi was relieved, but her heart clenched at the gruesome wounds all over his body.
"Let's send him to be treated first," Ling Chuxi said to the envoy.
"Wait. I want to see how you will defeat him," Baili Han said to Ling Chuxi hoarsely, forcing his eyes open.
"Alright." Ling Chuxi looked at Baili Han and nodded understandingly. She took out a porcelain bottle from her bag and passed it to Ling Yichen. "Give this to Baili. Stop the bleeding first."
Ling Chuxi raised her head, her cold gaze on Duan Qingchou who was still in the fighting ring.
"You're next." Duan Qingchou pointed at Ling Chuxi with his sword.
Ling Chuxi's expression was indifferent as she slowly walked towards the fighting ring, her strides steady.
Everyone stared at her, slightly unsure of what to expect.