Liao Cuihua stumbled as she left the tent, nearly falling over.
Upon closer inspection, she realized it was a severed head.
Feeling a wave of ill fortune, she kicked the head far away and swiftly departed.
The head rolled down the slope of the tent floor, outside the curtains, into the sunlight...
Yan Wanqing and Xiao Pingfeng fought from the tent to the training ground, from the air to the ground, until, exhausted and hindered by old injuries, after exchanging blows with Xiao Pingfeng in midair, Yan Wanqing spat blood and the curtain came down on the fight.
She was indeed no match for Xiao Pingfeng.
"Wanwan..." Xiao Pingfeng wanted to move forward, but he saw her stubbornly pick herself off the ground and stand.
She tried to speak, but a rush of blood welled up in her throat, and, unable to help herself, Yan Wanqing had to bend over and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
