Jyang Ran walked towards Lu Ziyang with a dagger in hand.
Lu Ziyang was scared and kept retreating, raising his hands in panic, "Heroine, please spare me, I really am the real body, not a clone!"
"Then let's try it on your palm and see if it bleeds."
"Well... okay, just a small cut, don't make it too severe."
"Don't worry, you can trust my knife skills."
Without another word, she grabbed Lu Ziyang's hand and slashed his palm forcefully with the dagger.
Swoosh!!
Blood splattered on the ground. A horizontal cut across the palm had Lu Ziyang covering his hand and screaming in pain.
"Ah!!! Didn't you say just a light cut? That was too cruel!"
He looked down at his palm, which was completely stained red.
Lu Chuan stepped forward, patted his shoulder, "Endure it for a bit."
"Lu Chuan, are you going to treat me? Don't you have some Divine Fire that can heal wounds instantly?"
"No, I'm not here to treat you, just to remind you to keep it down."
