West County, Dongyan River.
Luo Mingsang was wrapped in a skirt, and a medicinal salve was smeared on her finger as she gently cleaned Xiang Shaoyun's wounds.
Xiang Shaoyun sat in the big tent with his back straight. He had removed his clothes to reveal the smattering of wounds on his body. Some of them were hideous and terrifying, with blood still oozing out.
These were all scars from the great battle with the purple smoke couple.
Aside from these fresh wounds, there were still scars of different shapes and lengths.
Luo Mingsang felt her heart squeeze as she took in the sight of the Overlod's scars and then reached out to stroke them with her pale, elegant finger.
Success was no fortuitous thing.
Success was always driven by hard work, so overwhelmingly immense, it was difficult even to imagine.
Even the most brutal of demons was no exception to this.