C87 The Bloodcolored Imprint

"Sister Qingyan, please, there's no need to flatter me. I'm not that much better off."

Ning Que slumped on the small boat, waves of sharp pain radiating from his chest. Xiao Qing's palm strike had been infused with a bizarre force, severely damaging his internal organs.

Glancing at the Aurorawater serenely floating on the surface