Sword Devil of the Thousand Willow Monastery

Wuwu blinked. Not only did she not find him scary, but she found his contradictory behavior rather cute. She stifled a laugh. Then, she raised her palm that was glowing with a faint red energy that seemed forceful but gentle at the same time. "Senior brother, where did you spend the last few nights? Did any bird catch you? Are you hurt? Let me heal you. My healing technique is amazing…"

Yu Shangrong was speechless.

When Wuwu saw she was being ignored again, she said dejectedly, "How can you not be hurt?"

Yu Shangrong said, "The beasts are terrifying, but it's not difficult to avoid them." When he was young, he had made it all the way through various forests and vast lands from the northernmost parts of Great Yan with his limbs intact. Having spent most of his time living in forests and frozen wastelands, his sense of danger was greater than most. On top of that, he was an Eight-leaf cultivator.