He took a careful breath, steadying himself. The air filled his lungs, not a gasp but a measured intake. Breathing was a challenge, but he managed. His gaze shifted to Harvey, who was kneeling on one knee.
His left shoulder was still feeling the effects of the Twin Dragon Fang's brutal double hit. He looked at it, tried to raise it a bit—just two centimeters. Then he gave up.
He tried again. Same result. The joint had compressed inward—the splitting force from two simultaneous angles doing what a single angle could not have done alone. The shoulder's internal structure had taken both strikes as a combined load rather than two separate ones.
Harvey understood what that meant before Robert needed to say anything.
He had spent his whole life training alongside Zilton Walker. He understood the effects of joint compression damage caused by cultivation techniques. He was also well aware of the recovery timeline.
He knew what it meant for cultivation progression during that timeline.
