Duan Rong looked at the lone plum blossom on the blood-soaked handkerchief, seemingly unfazed by the overwhelming bloodstains that could not overshadow its proud demeanor...
Suddenly, Duan Rong's brow twitched as his peripheral vision caught sight of someone standing at the edge of the dense forest ahead.
Duan Rong grabbed the handkerchief and tucked it away, then focused on the person.
It was Fan Yuanhai, with half of his left arm missing, looking at him with a smile.
"Junior Brother Duan Rong! These Filthy Blood Sect cultists are truly fearsome. Luckily, you're alright. Come, let's head toward the main road! Everyone else is waiting for us there."
Duan Rong was a Registered Disciple, while Fan Yuanhai was an Outer Disciple. For him to call Duan Rong 'Junior Brother' was a gesture of camaraderie among fellow sect members.
As Fan Yuanhai spoke, he was already walking slowly towards Duan Rong.
