In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged glances several times. Bai Ruozhu gave Lin Lian a meaningful look towards her arm, and Lin Lian, catching on, swung her sword toward Bai Ruozhu. With a swift move, Bai Ruozhu's sleeve was slashed, and crimson blood instantly flowed out.
Lin Lian was startled. Over these past few days, she hadn't had any contact with Bai Ruozhu and didn't know the blood was fake, so she was so frightened that her hand trembled, nearly dropping her sword.
Fortunately, Bai Ruozhu grunted while clutching her arm, but her eyes conveyed another message, this time regarding her shoulder.
Bai Ruozhu saw the hesitation in Lin Lian and, with a quick glance around, moved her lips silently, forming the words: "Fake."
Lin Lian had an epiphany and finally let out a sigh of relief, shouting, "Wretch, let's see who can save you now!"