C52 Danqing Palace

A sliver of sunlight pierced through the window, casting a warm glow on Ye Bufan's blood-streaked cheeks and bringing a faint tickle.

Ye Bufan gradually opened his eyes, which had been tightly closed, and his gaze fell upon the bloodstains on the sheets. A pang of concern hit him as he cautiously sensed the inner strength at his dantian. To his surprise, the energy felt denser