"How is it?" Mo Xingjian first checked Zhou Qing's injuries. After confirming it was nothing serious, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He reached out to check Yan Xiaohu's injuries, but Yan Xiaohu subtly dodged, looking ashamed.
"Master, my junior brother and I did our best. This time, we didn't disgrace you or our Taiqing Sect. We're not cowards!"
Yan Xiaohu's voice was intense, followed by a bout of violent coughing. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Mo Xingjian.
Mo Xingjian was moved. He gently patted their shoulders.
"Well done. But you don't seem to be hurt?" Mo Xingjian said.
Yan Xiaohu looked at the large hand on his shoulder and his expression changed slightly.
Damn it, I took every precaution but still didn't avoid it.
"I... I just recovered. I took all the medicinal pills you gave me before..."
"Lie down. I'll call the Sect Leader over and see if we can get you some good stuff this time."
