She clenched her fist and punched a tree trunk. However, she coughed up another mouthful of black blood because of the impact.
"Let's not delay any longer. We have to hurry on our way quickly."
Not wanting to talk about her injuries, she used the excuse of hurrying on their way to fool him.
However, the man would not give her a chance. He grabbed her wrist and scanned her from head to toe with his eagle eyes.
"Explain yourself. What happened to your injuries?"
These injuries were from An Jiuyue, right? It was already past midnight, but she had yet to recover. Did this mean that any injuries inflicted by An Jiuyue would not recover so easily?
"It's nothing. My injuries are just a little bit severe," Zhao Xi explained, trying to fool him.
"Zhao Xi, who are you kidding?"
The man did not believe her and grabbed her chin.
"Are your injuries just a little bit severe? You haven't recovered at all, and your injuries seem to be getting worse, right?"
