"Rongrong, are you all right?" Lu Yuan walked over to Ning Rongrong, gently patting her back as he asked softly.
"I-I'm fine, blegh!" Ning Rongrong opened her mouth, but before she could finish speaking, she could not help vomiting again.
She had never seen such a bloody scene before. It was an unimaginable shock to her heart, and she had truly been terrified.
If the one who had done it had not been Lu Yuan, the man she loved to the depths of her bones, but someone else, Ning Rongrong would likely have fled on the spot, let alone allowed him to come near her.
"Rongrong has experienced too little." Seeing Ning Rongrong's state, Lu Yuan could not help sighing softly. Compared to Zhu Zhuqing and Qian Renxue, Ning Rongrong was like a flower raised in a greenhouse. She had been protected since childhood and had ultimately seen too little cruelty and bloodshed.
Zhu Zhuqing had traveled across the continent for two years, repeatedly hovering between life and death, and her hands had been stained with quite a few lives.
There was no need to mention Qian Renxue. Among Lu Yuan's women, she was the most ruthless. Other than Lu Yuan, Qian Daoliu, and a few others, Qian Renxue would not show the slightest mercy toward anyone else.
Even Hu Liena, under Bibi Dong's arrangements, had undergone quite a bit of training, and her hands had been stained with blood as well. Not long after the tournament ended, she would also be heading to the City of Slaughter. That was Bibi Dong's test for her.
The test to become the Holy Daughter.
How could becoming the Holy Son or Holy Daughter possibly be so easy?
The reason Lu Yuan had been approved unanimously, without a single person objecting, was firstly