Luo Lingling raised her head at the words, blood-stained lips curling into a sneer, "Trying to play the hero?"
She forced herself to stand, wiping away the blood from the corner of her mouth, "Save your breath. With your level of cultivation, you can't hold on for even three breaths."
White Crane didn't turn his head, but his voice was exceptionally firm, "I still have the life-saving dragon talisman bestowed by Father, it can at least hold them off for half an hour."
This time Luo Lingling did not speak, instead quietly staring at his back, seriously observing this man who has always pestered her.
The sunlight filtered through the mountain crevices, casting dappled shadows on him, adding a touch of solemnity to this usually flippant prince.
Her eyes flickered slightly, but she quickly lowered her head, using her only remaining arm to rummage through her storage bag.
Soon, a cold box was taken out.
