At this moment, Ye Xunhuan was in tatters from head to toe, his body stained with blood, making him look like a man made of blood, which was not an exaggeration. At the same time, his pale face appeared very weak, with his forehead completely drenched in cold sweat.
He looked utterly disheveled and extremely exhausted, as if he had crawled out from a pile of corpses.
White Rose had never seen Ye Xunhuan look so ragged; it was her first time seeing him like this, leaving her completely stunned and unable to believe her eyes while looking at Ye Xunhuan.
In White Rose's heart, Ye Xunhuan was an invincible existence, and there was no one in this world who could match him in a fight. Yet who would have thought that he could end up so disheveled?
"Did I scare you?" Ye Xunhuan slowly opened his mouth, his voice extremely low and raspy!
Hearing Ye Xunhuan's hoarse voice, White Rose immediately snapped back to reality, hurriedly saying, "Mas... Master... You... You are..."
