Bai Zhi's head snapped up, her gaze fixed on Lang Qiu. She pursed her lips. "Tonight, it's supposed to be…"
The Beastmen present guessed the rest of her sentence. Recalling the nightly schedule Bai Zhi had set, all eyes turned toward Lang Qiu.
Lang Qiu's expression was calm. Noticing everyone's stares, he simply pursed his lips and said, "I injured my lower back a bit, but it's nothing serious. It shouldn't be a problem."
Yue Junxiao's head whipped around at his words. He had been hoping Lang Qiu's injury would make him forfeit his turn this week, but he hadn't expected the man to insist on going through with it while hurt!
He made no effort to hide his intentions, asking bluntly, "Since you're injured, don't push yourself. Why don't you take next week instead?"
