Jin Xueli was the first to react.
Even if her mind hadn't caught up, her body shot to its feet the instant her eyes landed on the metallic glint piercing through Chaisi's palm.
She had braved the Nests alone, so her senses for life-threatening danger and windows of escape were naturally far sharper than the average person's—like, for example, the old woman next to her who was still squinting at the screen.
"Let's go, Grandma!" Jin Xueli grabbed Mai Mingle's arm and tried to pull her up.
The old woman might have looked frail, but she was surprisingly strong. Instead of getting up, she leaned even closer to the screen.
"Oh no, that kid is hurt," Mai Mingle said in a low voice. "But... why isn't he moving?"
On the screen, Chaisi remained motionless for several seconds.
He clutched the hand pierced by the blade, his head lowered, as if lost in a daze. It was as if his impaled hand was the most miraculous, most incomprehensible thing in the world.
