The small cave was cramped and narrow.
Chen Yuan held Ling Yinrong against the cave wall, his Sword Intent spreading out to probe the situation outside.
"Two Shamans, twelve Barbarian Warriors."
Ling Yinrong hooked one hand onto his shoulder and covered her chest with the other, struggling to say: "Put me down."
She was aware her injuries hadn't healed and knew that Chen Yuan alone couldn't deal with the Barbarians outside.
But she didn't want to be a burden.
"Don't move!"
Chen Yuan sternly whispered.
"You..."
Before Ling Yinrong could finish, Chen Yuan tore his robe into strips and bound her tightly to his chest.
"Senior Sister Ling, please forgive me."
Ling Yinrong looked at Chen Yuan's determined profile, her gaze drifting unnaturally to the side.
That's when she saw the scars scattered across his bare chest.
The scars were fierce, with ragged, uneven edges.
Their colors varied, some faint and others deep, clearly not all from the same time.
