C1759 Exchange for Hostages

Cang Xingri stepped back slightly, glancing at the severed finger on the ground before turning his gaze to Cang Wenxin, who was pale and perched on Little Qing's back. His eyes widened in shock.

Cang Wenxin's pallor wasn't due to the loss of her finger. As a martial cultivator, such an injury was trivial; with timely use of medicinal pills, she could easily reattach it