On the way back to the courtyard, Xiao Feng was secretly a bit startled.
On one hand, he was astonished that Hua Ling, at such a young age, could actually fight him to a draw using technique despite lacking his strength.
On the other hand, he wondered what kind of person the old Abbot was to have trained such an impressive disciple!
Enduringly walking along the street, all the way until he turned into an alley, Xiao Feng finally dropped his façade, leaned against a wall, and took a sharp breath: "Hiss..."
Pain!
Intense pain!
Even the slight rise and fall of his chest from breathing caused a tearing agony.
All the way here, Xiao Feng incessantly withstood this excruciating pain; being able to persist this long was truly remarkable.
"Damn it!"
Xiao Feng cursed, spitting out bloody saliva.
At this moment, he felt his every breath carried a bloody taste, indicating his internal injuries were severe.
