"Luckily, I wasn't too late."
Lin Chen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He took a deep breath, then squatted down to check the injuries on Little White.
The injuries were extremely severe, due to the toxins emitted from the blade.
"Don't be afraid."
Lin Chen gently stroked Little White's fur.
Under his caress, Little White's emotions seemed to ease and began to relax slightly.
Lin Chen then gently moved Little White's forepaw away from its chest. His expression was solemn, and he finally understood why earlier Tang Ming and Jiang Ningyan hadn't removed the weapon embedded in Little White.
It was because it was embedded too deeply, with only half an inch of the hilt exposed outside, and Tang Ming, lacking sufficient Spiritual Energy, simply didn't have the strength to extract it.
Lin Chen's eyes flickered for a moment. He looked deeply at the spot where the sand and gravel gradually dissipated.
