Ai Wei'er stepped down from the carriage, one hand lifting the intricate hem of her noble young lady's gown, the other holding a medical box.
Her chestnut-colored long hair displayed slight waves, her attractive face and skin exuding a glow that indicated she was not from an ordinary family.
Her steps revealed the foundation of a martial artist. As an Intermediate War General, Ai Wei'er was regarded as a genius among women.
She arrived at the rocky ground and squatted down.
A man was lying on the rock surface.
Ai Wei'er had never seen such a man before.
A robust and tall physique, distinctive features, even lying there motionlessly, an infinite masculine spirit was radiating from him.
This was a real man, a man overflowing with male hormones!
Ai Wei'er's heart beat a little faster. She extended her small hand to check on the man's condition.
"He's been poisoned, bitten by a Mutated Black Triangle."