“You okay?”

A tall, slim man— from the Wen clan, kneeled next to Jin Ling's slightly bruised state; who managed to behead a ghost corpse after multiple failed attempts.

Never has the Jin heir ever seen him this concerned — Wen Yuan's lips tugged with a faint frown. “Did you get hurt somewhere..?”

He wiped the dust off Jin Ling's cheek with his sleeve.