Ruan Xue's injuries have stabilized, Xia Hao received confirmation, and the heart that had been hanging finally settled. He sat by the bed, looking at Ruan Xue's pale little face, his eyes full of distress. Ever since they both became part of the Blood Clan, they have spent every day in anxiety. Cultivation, endless cultivation, just to become stronger and be able to protect each other and their families. In their hearts, there was never any ambition to conquer the world. They are just like An Yiqing, simply hoping that the important people in their lives can live safely.
But...
Xia Hao's eyes suddenly burst with a chilling light, the aura of slaughter surged around him. The Church, since you won't let the Blood Clan live peacefully, then you shouldn't exist anymore!
Looking again at Ruan Xue, Xia Hao's gaze softened. He took her small hand, gave a gentle kiss by his lips. Rising, he carefully tucked her in, turned and left.
