"If you dare come in again without permission, I'll break your leg."
After saying this, she no longer spared Chu Zheng a glance, turned around, and walked back into the courtyard, slamming the gate shut with a loud bang.
Chu Zheng lay on the ground, not moving. The searing pain in his side burned fiercely, but he paid it no mind, instead savoring the force behind that kick.
That last kick was much heavier than what he remembered from before.
The crisis brought about by the changes in time and space bore down on him like a heavy millstone, making it hard for him to breathe, and Xue Qing's warning was little more than a trivial aside, not something he took to heart.
After a while, he quietly got up, dusted off the dirt from his body, the pain in his side making his movements stiff, yet knowing that his bones were intact—Xue Qing must have held back.
He glanced at the tightly closed gate of the courtyard, not thinking much about it, nor did he try to approach it again.
