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Suddenly, Lin Xuemo felt a warmth on her shoulder.

Unknowingly, Ye Qixuan had taken off his robe and draped it over her body. As a cultivator, it was very difficult for him to feel cold or hot.

"I'm not cold." Lin Xuemo paused for a moment before asking, "Are you hurt?"

She noticed the wound on Ye Qixuan's arm. The skin was corroded, and the skin was badly mutilated..