Lin Feng, carrying Su Zi on his back and holding Ning Aoxue in his arms, had settled them in his Passat. He was about to start the car to return to the Jincheng residential area when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his spine. He groaned unconsciously, tasting a sweetness in his mouth, and realized blood was trickling from the corner of his lips.
"Lin Feng, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" Su Zi, who was wide awake, clearly heard Lin Feng's groan and asked worriedly.
Lin Feng didn't respond. Enduring the severe pain, he paused for more than ten seconds before slowly exhaling a turbid breath.
He knew why this was happening; it wasn't an injury, but the backlash from forcibly breaking through to the third level of Inner Strength.
For a cultivator, their growth in cultivation should be gradual.
