Seeing Ye Xuan bleeding, the Ninth Floorlord's face changed greatly. "Little friend?"

Ye Xuan sat down hurriedly and waved his hand gently. "It's nothing."

The Ninth Floorlord hesitated and then asked, "Little friend, what's going on?"

Ye Xuan smiled bitterly. "Something went wrong during the practice. It's okay. It's fine!"

The Ninth Floorlord looked quite weird.

Practice?

What kind of practice could cause ...