At that moment, Wu Daoyi's eyes were scarlet. The power swelling through him to the point of bursting surged over Wu Huan, nearly making her pass out several times. Jerked awake by the pain, Wu Huan could only wrap both arms tightly around Wu Daoyi and let him ravage her. Gradually, her expression grew wooden.
Wu Meng had already left. Mu Bai sat cross-legged in meditation. Only by settling into cultivation of the Flying Immortal Scripture could he temporarily stop thinking so much. He could get through this night first and think of a solution afterward.
Wu Huan is quite close to Wu Daoyi. Perhaps she knows something.
When he woke the next day, Mu Bai's first thought was how to uncover Wu Daoyi's identity. There was no time to lose. He got up, washed, and went to Wu Huan's door.
"Is Miss Huan’er here?"
He knocked for a while, but no one answered. Just as Mu Bai was wondering where Wu Huan could have gone so early, he looked up and saw her walking toward him, supporting herself against the wall. Her other hand covered her lower abdomen, and she looked as though she was enduring terrible pain.
"Were you beaten?" Mu Bai could not help asking in shock when he saw Wu Huan's condition. "Where are you hurt? Let me look!"
"No, I'm fine. Just a little weak..."
Wu Huan forced herself to raise her head.
"Whoa, both your eyes are black, and your lips are black and purple too. Were you poisoned?" Mu Bai jumped in surprise, then looked more closely. "Huh? What's that hair at the corner of your mouth?"
Wu Huan flushed, covered her face, and rushed forward.
"None of your business!"
With a bang, Wu Huan shut the door tightly, leaving Mu Bai thoroughly