C65 The Jade and the Stone

As the white fox's head slumped down lifelessly, Qin Biao finally allowed himself a deep breath of relief. Xiaowu, too, reverted to his human form. Though his abdominal wound had vanished, he lay on the ground, utterly spent and immobile.

Qin Biao, sprawled on the earth, instinctively glanced up at the sky. It was deep into the night, with dawn approaching soon