Xiao Heng reacted quickly, immediately clutching his chest and coughing violently.
"Xiao Heng, what's going on with you? Aren't your injuries almost healed?" Ye Wu asked involuntarily.
Xiao Heng gave a bitter smile, "I was too eager to practice swordsmanship, and for some reason, my chest started feeling uncomfortable."
"Why are you in such a hurry? Strength is important, but forcing yourself to practice when you're not well will only backfire." Ye Wu walked over with concern and started to check carefully.
Xiao Heng was about to say something.
Suddenly.
There was some commotion from over at Fire Nether's place.
He looked like he couldn't stand steadily, swayed for a while, and suddenly fell to the ground.
Ye Wu: "?????"
Fire Nether's ears were a bit red. His acting... seemed a bit fake.
Bracing himself, he said, "I... I've been practicing too long, and my legs are a bit weak."
Ye Wu could only walk over and help him up.
