It was early the next morning by the time Han Qiubai had gotten Tao Lang settled. She had no intention of reporting her junior's presence to the Martial Arts Administration Bureau; there was no guarantee they didn't have a traitor in their midst.
Tao Lang's injuries were severe. The main issue was a knife wound on his torso, which was imbued with a corrosive fire-type energy that was difficult to cleanse. Without the proper medicine, he could only rely on his own body to regulate and purge the affliction little by little.
Han Qiubai rubbed her forehead in frustration. Although Tao Lang had called for backup, it was too far away to solve their immediate problem. She needed to rally all available forces now.
As she thought, she recalled Yan Sea, the martial arts teacher from No. 2 High. She had seen him in the suburbs, and his Qi Blood, as powerful and untamed as a dragon's, had left a deep impression on her.
