Translator: Pika

  She frowned, and a faint purple light appeared on the tip of her finger. The wound on Zu An’s chest began to heal at a visible rate.

  Zu An was shocked. “What sorcery is this?!”


  Yun Yuqing smiled. “You already know that I’m a member of the demon race. What is there to be so surprised about?”


  Zu An let out a helpless laugh. “That was quite a refreshing explanation. Then again, if your demon race possesses the Demonic Eye skill and even these tre..