The Demon Lord stood over you, pure amusement on his face as he watched you spit blood. You were fighting, duelling each other, but either he was just too strong or you were just too weak. It hurts, everywhere.

"Foolish child," Yan Wushi said in a honey-sweet tone. Since when did he change personalities? He picked you up in a bridal carry in one swift move, sheathing both his sword and yours as he turned on his heel towards the town. You feel like a child in his arms, instead of a full-grown adult. "Let's get you home."