Ye Fan adjusted his breathing for more than an hour before opening his eyes, finding all the women in the room staring at him.
"Ye Fan, how is your injury?" Li Zhaojun asked with concern. She wanted to help Ye Fan, but she was helpless and could only worry idly by the side.
Ye Fan smiled and nodded, saying, "It's not serious. My injury is much lighter than yours from the Qiankun Lock. I just need some time to recover fully."
"That's nonsense; your injury is heavier than mine." Li Zhaojun said with a guilty face, "Back then, you pushed both me and Sister Shang aside."
Ye Fan laughed heartily, saying, "Well, as a man, I can't let the women around me get hurt. Dangerous things are for me to handle."
