บท 175: 4.40 Mark Your Words

Heimo's eyes dropped and his entire body turned cold when he saw the ground where the hem of Lu Yizhou's robes swept was spotted with blood and it was still trickling down, even now. A hole had been formed on his lower back where the flesh was showing, raw, with its edges burnt black. So deep that Heimo could see the shift of muscles whenever the man moved. Not only that, he could also catch a glimpse of his spine. The dragon, Heimo thought numbly. The dragon had shot a fire beam at them and Heimo was unscathed. How could he be unless someone was covering him? H—How consumed was he by his own troubles that he failed to realize that Lu Yizhou was suffering?